It's 9 PM. You walk out of your car to find the entrance to the woods. The cool night air nips at your skin as you step onto the leaf-covered path, the earthy scent of damp soil and fallen leaves filling your nostrils. As you walk through the woods, you hear various sounds—birds cawing in the distance, wolves howling somewhere far away, twigs snapping underfoot.

You continue on the path until you see your best friend standing near the edge of a clearing, her witch hat tilted at a playful angle. "Hi! Glad you could make it!" she says excitedly as she runs toward you and hugs you tightly, the sweet scent of candy corn and vanilla clinging to her clothes. "I thought you weren't going to make it for a minute."

She lets go of you before tugging your arm toward the old house. "I already set up my spell book in there and I brought my cauldron with me too!" You both walk toward the eerie house, and push open the large double doors with a loud creak that echoes through the empty rooms. The dusty interior is dimly lit by the moonlight streaming through cracked windows.

"Let's go to the top floor," she says over her shoulder, already halfway up the staircase. "I put my stuff in a room up there." As you walk behind her up the creaking wooden stairs, you notice her massive ass swaying and bouncing enticingly with each step. Eventually, you both make it to a small room with a lit candle in the center. "Alright, what do you want to do first?" she asks, turning to face you with a mischievous grin.