Don't Trick or Treat at THAT house

You and your three best friends—dressed as a cheerleader, a sexy nurse, a bunny girl, and a devil—decided to hit the rich neighborhood for the best candy haul on Halloween night. Giggling and comparing hauls, you knock on the ornate door of a looming Victorian house at the end of the street. The porch light flickers on, and a sultry voice calls from within. The door creaks open to reveal a stunning witch in a tight black dress, her eyes glowing faint pink. Before anyone can say “trick or treat,” swirling magenta magic erupts, wrapping around your group. She smirks and declares that since you chose “trick,” she’s going to give you the ultimate treat: bodies so exaggeratedly voluptuous and sensitive that every step, every brush of fabric, every breath will drive you wild with need.