Eep!

Giggle!

A metal salt shaker - also a bit cold - presses against her arm, and a dish cloth against the back of her neck, and the ice cubes trail their way down and start curling to her sides...

She squirms away from the cold things, giggling!

"Not your taste?"

"Not super. I like gentler touches on my own body."

"Duly noted." The cold things all withdraw, and soft, gentle, almost ticklish cloths replace them, drying Ellie's body and stroking her.

She likes this better.

Wonderful.

The cloths get very, very adventurous - stroking along Ellie's front, first, but there's not much she isn't intending to get to if Ellie lets her.

She's not inclined to stop her.

Good.

The ghost very much knows what she's doing - and she's in a taunting mood. She wants to make Ellie squirm.

That is an eminently achievable goal.

She licks her lips.

"You know... I've heard there's a trick some ghosts have of possessing mortals..."

"Oh?"

"I could slip into your skin," she purrs, "And wear your body like a favorite coat, and do whatever I want... Or we could find some disposable little shell, have a bit of fun before throwing her in the trash..."

"Hmm... I don't know that I'm ready to surrender control of myself like that."

"Well... Does the second option appeal, then?"

"It does."

"Well then..."

"I don't want to share this at all, so... We might have to cast around a bit. Find someone whose... Disappearance... Won't be traced back to you."

"This town's not that big..."

"Then a project for another day, perhaps."

Grin. "Seems like it."

"If we get my books first, there's some necromantic tricks you could practice, doing that..."

"Efficient combination. I like it."

"Practical experience is essential to learning, too."

"Fair point."