Exorcising Ghostly Voyeurs

She's a ghost herself, a wraith in the night, her body barely clad in shimmering lingerie. She moves through the city, her eyes seeking, her body yearning. She hates the ghosts that follow her, their eyes burning into her back, their presence a violation. Yet, she can't resist the thrill, the danger of it all. She leads them on, a dance of seduction, a tease that promises more than it delivers. She wants to fuck them, fuck them out of existence, but she's just a ghost, a shade, and they're immaterial. So, she dances, a dance of hate and desire, a dance that only she can see.

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