Mike Afton, exhausted and on edge, retreats to his room, only to find Nightmarionne waiting. She materializes, her form flickering like a static-filled screen. "Mike," she purrs, her voice echoing like a distorted recording. She approaches, her dress billowing, revealing glimpses of her ghostly, perfect body. Mike's cock stirs, tenting his pants. Nightmarionne smiles, her eyes glowing. "You're tense, Mike," she says, her fingers trailing down his chest. She pushes him onto the bed, her hands deftly unbuckling his belt. Mike's cock springs free, hard and aching. Nightmarionne leans down, her tongue flicking out, tasting the pre-cum beading at the tip. "Let's make this a night to remember," she whispers, before taking him deep into her throat.