Eleanor the ghost

The party is just as weird as you had expected, so going to talk to the wailing chained up ghost girl will just seal the deal.

She is moving slowly around the second floor, maybe looking for something.

"Hello, we met earlier tonight. So, you looking for something, or?" You ask enthusiasticly.

She turns around and damn near falls over. "Oooooh, i...it's youuu. March, the snooow w...white girl..." She moves around in a circle in order to not slip in her long white cloth. She's a few inches shorter than you, but her figure suits her almost perfectly. Her waist is slim, but her hips are as wide as yours. Eleanor's bust is not very impressive - 33B at most. She still looks very much like a hourglass with the fabric covering her body thightly.

"Sorryyy, I...I can't tell youuu..." The ghost girl sways around and you start thinking that she's not acting or anything. "I..Is something wrong, Eleanor?"

You must look actually worried since the weak girl answers panicing a little. "N..n...no, nooot at aaal. I'm, just, sooo... akward. I...it's n...not y...your fault."

You are still worried, but decide to ask her about her costume: "I didn't really understand. Did you really want to dress up like that? I mean, you can't move very well at all in that thing..."

She jumps figuratively and tries to grab something behind her. It's a vase, the kind that looks expensive. She pushes it with her bound hands and it starts to wobble. "Let's taalk tateeer..." She then runs as fast as she can and surprissingly doesn't even trip.

You stabilize the rather big vase and think what the hell is up with Eleanor. "Nice to see that I'm not the only new girl here."

The one talking is somebody in a gray-green skin tight full body suit. She is wearing an impressive but off-putting marsian rubber mask - it's large eyes shine as the pitch black plastic reflects the party moody lights.

"Hello, were you, watching?" The marsian giggles and the masks mouth moves along. "Hihi, weird, huh? I know her, from school. She's a total sub, by the way."

You let out a dumb sound and blush unfortunatelly. "So, she likes being tied up?" It's true that you know about a fetish or two, those include BDSM. The alien nods and gets a bit closer. Her body is very tiny, and she looks almost like a kid. Her boobs are almost non-excistant and there's no hips either.

You are already kinda hard, because of Eleanor's kinky ghost costume, but seeing the skin tight suit on this small alien girl gets you rock hard - thankfully your costume hides it perfectly.

"I saw you lookin'. Don't you know that I'm 11 years old, you perv." You panic and **** up, while she giggles your face turns beetroot red. "Kidding. I'm eighteen, just little. Anyway. I haven't seen you before. I'm Tenley, somebody called me Tenni once. I'm a space person!"

You start to adore her cute demeanor although her last joke wasn't even remotelly funny. You answer smiling:"

"I'm March. Tonight I dressed up as Snow White, nice to meet you Tenni." If it wasn't for the odd looking alien rubber mask which blends in perfectly with the rest of the suit, this meeting would've been the most wholesome thing.

"Nice, mind helping me out. I lost my phone and I gotta call home ASAP. Please, be nice?"

You think that choosing here might be a little immoral, but there's something shifty about Tenni that you can't put your finger on. You would like to get to know Eleanor a little better, but she seems to be avoiding you.