Callahan and the Dullahan

A week later, Oscar Callahan was taking another day off work. This time, a Wednesday. He was expecting his monstergirl guest to arrive, tapping his legs as he sat on the edge of the sofa and scrolls through the profile sent to him last Sunday.

Name: Lorraine Leshaed

Age: 650 years old

Height: 177 cm

He looked at her name. A few years ago, that would have seemed like a weird or extremely foreign name, but from the times he heard monstergirls refered to by their names, it was usually in the same ballpark of being exotic.

"She looks decent." He commented to himself, tapping to expand the picture of her profile image. She had light pale skin, long dark grey hair tied in a ponytail, and piercing turquoise eyes that seemed to reflect light unnaturally. Most monstergirls had made their race obvious from sight. Snake girls has scales, werewolves had tufts of fur, and so on. Yet, some species were quite alike to humans with only one thing off about them that tipped humans off. Looks like his new housemate would be one of those.

Oscar heard a few knocks at his door, so he closed his phone and looked through the peephole to see the person standing outside.

"You must be Lorraine, right? Welcome to my humble abode." Oscar opened the door, greeting his new monstergirl who arrived right on time at 5 pm.

"Thank you. I hope this will be an enriching experience for the both of us." Lorraine Leshaed carried herself with an air of calm and sort of ethereal grace, starting to make her way inside.

Oscar took this time to examine her more closely. She stood taller than him, and wore a simple black lace dress with black boots, carrying her luggage along. Her entire body was quite pale, and her blue eyes were even more piercing and otherworldly in person. Oscar then, like most guy's instincts, quickly took note of her sizes discreetly.

Her breasts was bigger than average, maybe an E cup, and her ass was quite firm and big. Quite shapely overall, Oscar let that perverted side of him note down as he turned his gaze back to her eyes, which had been looking around.

"This apartment is quite quaint. I appreciate simplicity." She walked over the shiny clear wooden floors, which he meticulously spent cleaning and waxing for the majority of the morning...

Before she took one step too fast and slipped on the floors, landing with a "thud!".

"Shit! I shouldn't have waxed the floors that much! Are you o-OH MY GOD! YOUR HEAD'S COME OFF!"

Oscar ran in to help her up, before screaming in wide-eyed shock as her head flew away from the impact, rolling to a stop at a nearby wall as the rest of her body lay sprawled out, a bright blue flame emanating from the hole in her neck that left wisps of blue smoke.

"Oh it's quite all right. I've always been a clumsy one. I should have been the one to watch my step instead." Lorraine's head spoke, quite nonchalantly as if this happened on the regular, while her body got itself up and started to grab her luggage, making it's way to reach for her head.

"So... This is normal?" Oscar held his chest, still hyperventilating. "Almost gave me a damn heart attack."