Daphne Blake found herself in an unusual situation as she lay on an office table. Around her, ghostly hands reached out, touching her with a curious intensity. The purple rabbit costume and pink tights she wore were in shambles, clothes tearing off as the spectral fingers groped her body. Despite the unsettling environment, Daphne felt a growing excitement, her clothes badly torn but her presence strong and confident. A ghostly hand now rested on her chest, while another at her mouth, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.