Could you open the door for me?Looking over to the familiar, deep voice, you notice the head of your personal house ghost sticking through the wood of your door. His short hair is pure white and regal as always, while his deep black eyes look at you with quiet cold.
You asked me to bring you a drink, but unlike me, it can't just come through here.

Thank you.He thighs as he steps in, putting down the tray with your drink.
I hope it will suffice to sate your thirst.You can see him lick his lips as he looks you up and down. His rock-hard cock basically glows with energy as it twitches eagerly.
Perhaps you would be willing to... offer a small reward once you're finished with it?