Ask for help?

You plead with the apparition to help you.

She laughs, clutching her sides, and wipes a pretend tear from her eye.

"Oh cookie, if I could physically interact with the physical realm, I would have by now." She shrugs and lays back on the open air while caressing her spectral shaft.

"Besides, I enjoy a good show. You're a man, aren't you? Yeah, I know about them. The crone used to go on about summoning one, seems they are alien to our plane or something. She said it alot. Don't see what all the fuss is about, personally. No offense, you are very tasty but I don't know what makes you that extra special. Well, either way, the old ass would be pretty sore with herself if she came back and you weren't here, that is, if I tell her...." she gives you a long look.

"Tell ya what, you whip up a potion for me and I'll tell you how to cum? Deal?"

You nod furiously, you dick is hard as diamonds and your sholder is starting to burn from use.

"GREAT!" She claps her hands together and shoots out the room.

You notice suddenly that there was another way out of this room, almost straight ahead of you and you hear the ghost call you through.

You enter into a alchemical lab, walls of black granite are scored with chalk, equations and ritual symbols cover most them. Table with bubbling liquids bubble away, the ghost waves you over to a cabinet.

"Okay, top drawer, look for a crystal blue butt plug." Your hand freezes over the handle and you give her a sharp look.

She shrugs once more.

"What? You think a witch that has lewd fruit growing in her garden WON'T have a lewd way of undoing the curse?" She asks archly.

You take the cool clear blue sextoy.

"Okay, pop that sucker in, masturbate while standing over THAT symbol on the floor, and repeat after me." She instructs.