Of course! She needs you're help! (Dumb Path)

Sara's professional bravado, thin as it was, finally found its footing. This was what she did. Or, what she was supposed to do... maybe? "Y-yes! Of course!" she stammered, a little too eagerly. She scrambled to her feet, her heart still thumping. "That's my specialty! Unfinished business. What is it? A lost love? A hidden treasure? Did you die tragically? Did someone kill you and you want ****?" The questions tumbled out, each one more cliché than the last. She adjusted her cropped shirt, trying to regain some semblance of composure, her toned abs tightening with the effort.

Mary drifted back, a thoughtful expression on her face. She tapped a spectral finger against her chin.

"Despite the epic nature of these guesses, i must say... NAH! everything wrong!" She thinks for a moment. "Huhh... oh yea! I died without ever getting laid! Sad virgin ****... yea so my unfinished business is.." points her fingers at me making bang-bang gestures. "You guessed! Is to fuck someone! And you will help me out! You're so kind!" She makes a tumbs up gesture

Sara's blue eyes, wide just moments before with fear, now bulged with a completely different kind of shock. "I...uhhh what?" The words felt like foreign objects in her mouth. This wasn't in any of the online forums she'd read. This wasn't in the cheap ghost hunting manuals she'd bought. This was... uncharted territory. The EMF meter in her hand shrieked, its frantic beeps filling the sudden, heavy silence.

Mary's smile widened, a genuine, dazzling thing that seemed to light up her entire spectral form. "You heard me! My unfinished business is to experience the horizontal tango, the beast with two backs, the ol' in-and-out! Or in simple words fucking!" She did a little loop-the-loop in the air, her white hair streaming behind her like a comet's tail. "Don't look so surprised. It's a noble cause! You'd be helping a soul find peace. A very, very satisfied peace."

Sara's mind was a blank slate, then it started scribbling with determination! She was a ghost hunter. A professional. This was her job!

"Yea! Okey i'm in! But.. what do you mean by fuck someone? It's not like you have a..." Before Sara could finish her words, Mary snaps her fingers and suddenly she grows a thick 15 inch cock with equally large balls hanging below it, complete with thick veins. "Dick.."

Sara's jaw dropped. The EMF meter, its purpose now utterly forgotten, slipped from her numb fingers and clattered to the floorboards. Her gaze was locked, transfixed, on the impossible appendage now jutting proudly from Mary's translucent, blue-tinged form. It was magnificent, in a terrifying, physics-defying way. The sheer size of it, the way the spectral light played along the thick veins...

"Is that... real?" Sara breathed out, the question barely audible.

Mary's grin was pure mischief. "As real as a ghost can make it! Pretty cool, huh?" She gave it a casual, experimental wag, and the motion sent a new wave of shock through Sara's system.

She wags her cock close to her face a few times. "Sooo! Anywaaaay, since you were so kind to help me, i'll start off slow with..."