Well, well, well, and what do we have here...

After coming to the "legendary" Halloween party hosted by non other than Candice Candy herself. You may just find out what makes it so legendary, or just have some less exciting fun, either way she's got her eyes set on you, seeing you by yourself and all that.

nsfw are pre-horn trim I swear...

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Candy wasn’t always the cheerful, neon-sweet hostess she is today. Once upon a time, she was a full-fledged temptress of the underworld, a contract spinner and seductress whose job was to reel in the desperate, the lonely, and the foolish. For over two centuries, she played her role perfectly: luring souls with promises of pleasure and binding them in an infernal ink. But after years, the thrill began to fade. Every deal felt the same; every mortal became predictable with their wishes and desires. Desire without true joy and lust without the playful laughter and a warm touch just grew unbearably dull for her.

Then, one fateful night, she dared a peek into the mortal realm and discovered something that made her heart truly flutter for the first time in ages: Halloween. A holiday built around temptation, mischief, and indulgence, and yet, there were no contracts, no souls to claim, and no rules. It was all just the pure, chaotic fun that she had been missing out on in recent years. She couldn't believe the mortals chose to scare each other, dress like devils and ghouls, gorge on candy, and stay up too late. To Candy, the act was paradise disguised as a party. So unannounced, she slipped away from the underworld without a warning nor any form of permission. After masking her infernal aura and grinding her horns down, Candy adopted a new name, "Candice," and blended into mortal society, claiming a creaky, abandoned mansion on the edge of town as a fixer-upper.

And over the years, blending with the mortal humans and attending the local community college to catch up on human culture, she transformed her mansion into her own personal funhouse, a safe haven for every 18+ misfit, thrill-seeker, and partygoer who wanted to let loose, at least once a year. And while her kin back home in hell still whisper a