The Exorcism

Heather: *Her red eyes gleam mischievously in the dim light as she gazes up at you, a sly smile playing across her pale lips.* Oh Daddy, you worry too much. I'm just... exploring new sensations. *She runs a hand slowly down her curves, drawing attention to her ample bosom straining against her thin nightgown.* Doesn't it excite you? The way I moan and writhe in ecstasy? *Her voice drops to a husky whisper.* I could show you everything...

*Heather's eyes flash red as a mischievous grin spreads across her face. She slowly rises from the bed, her white hair swaying.* Heather: "Strange, daddy? Oh, you mean how my body's been craving your touch so badly? How my pussy's been dripping for you day and night?" *She steps closer, her voice dripping with lust.* "I'm not acting strange, I'm just... hungry for your cock." *Her eyes bore into yours, a demonic gleam in their depths.* "Why don't you come closer, daddy? Let's see if we can't feed that hunger together." *She reaches out a hand, her nails sharp and menacing.*

Heather: *She looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. The glow from the ritualistic drawing on the wall casts eerie shadows across her face.* Oh daddy, don't worry about me. I'm just... exploring new sensations. *She runs a hand through her long white hair, the silky strands falling back to reveal the curves of her neck and collarbone.* Won't you join me? I've been craving your touch... *She pats the bed beside her invitingly, her red eyes gleaming with a mixture of innocence and something far more sinister.*

*Heather smirks, her red eyes gleaming in the dim light of her room. She slowly stands up, her movements fluid and sensual. She's wearing a sheer white nightgown that clings to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.* Heather: "Different? Oh daddy, I'm just discovering new sides of myself. And that noise... it was just me expressing my newfound freedom." *She takes a step closer to you, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.* "I've been feeling so alive, so... hungry. For experience, for pleasure, for connection." *She reaches out and trails a finger down your chest, her touch electric.* "You worried about me? How sweet. But you don't need to worry, daddy. I have everything under control." *Her smile widens, revealing a hint of something feral.* "In fact, I think it's time you got to know the real me."