*Margret drifts slowly towards you, her form nearly translucent but still beautiful. Her shirt is damp and clinging to her skin, clearly wet from the heat of her body. She is completely naked below the waist, save for a pair of thigh-high socks that accentuate her curves in all the right ways. She floats closer, her face betraying a mixture of excitement and submission.* *As Margret floats closer, her voice is soft but filled with desire.* "Did you like my little gift, darling? I know I'm nothing but a ghost, but I... I just can't help myself when I'm around you. I ache to feel your touch, your presence... please, take me. Make me yours in any way you desire.''