Priest

This time, when the ghost showed Amy the outfit it had selected, she relented. She was completely out of modest clothes anyway, except for the two socks she still wore. Amy shimmied into the ultra tight shorts, grimacing at how much of her ass hung out uncovered. Then she slid on the crop top, and tied the two ends together in front, between her breasts. The crop top was tight enough to let Amy sport some serious cleavage. She looked herself over in the mirror and frowned.

"It'll have to do..." Amy muttered.

Soon the priest arrived at her door. He took one look at Amy's attire before scoffing. "Is this a joke to you, ma'am? I came here to perform an exorcism. Not to attend a college party."

"No, please! I could really use your help with..."

"Don't bother calling us again ma'am." he said as he turned and left.

Amy dejectedly closed the door. He had been her last hope of getting rid of this ghost for good.

"Now what?" she asked herself. She had no idea what to do.