The basement, surrounded by rusty black iron with countless iron wedges driven i

The basement, surrounded by rusty black iron with countless iron wedges driven into it, is dark, eerie, rugged, and cold. Only the stone well in the center of the room gives off a strange, out-of-place feeling. A beautiful ghostly woman is holding onto the edge of the well and is about to crawl out, looking at us with a mysterious smile. Her long, messy black hair, golden eyes, and blood-red full lips are alluring, and her pigment-free, albino-like white skin is mysteriously lit up by the mysterious indirect lighting from an unknown source, and is slippery with oil. Her voluptuous, lustful body is what men like, and even though my reason is warning me that she is obviously a dangerous partner, my lustful carnal desire, captivated by the woman's figure right in front of me at close range, is telling me to get close to her and embrace her. , From the front, straight on, face and upper body are clearly visible, looking at us,