The woman stood in front of a graveyard, her black leather corset and high-heeled boots making her look like she belonged there. She was dressed in dark green and contrasting white, with a skull necklace around her neck. Her hair was

The woman stood in front of the graveyard, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight. She was dressed in a black leather corset and high-heeled boots, with a skull necklace around her neck. Her hair was jet black and fell down to her waist, framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were dark green and piercing, staring out from under thick lashes. She had a slender figure with delicate curves that made her look like she could break at any moment. Her lips were full and red, inviting anyone who dared to come close enough to taste them.As she stepped closer to the graveyard entrance, she could feel the bones beneath her feet shifting as if they were alive. The air was thick with the scent of decaying flesh and ancient magic that had been left behind by those who had once lived there long ago. She could feel their eyes watching her from every corner of the graveyard, but she didn't care - this was where she belonged now, surrounded by death and decay but still alive nonetheless.The woman walked through the graveyard until she came across a particularly beautiful piece of artwork - a life-sized sculpture of an undead skeleton standing tall in front of an ornate mausoleum made entirely out of white marble. The woman couldn't resist touching it - it felt cold under her fingertips as she traced its contours with her fingers before finally stepping inside to admire it up close.As soon as she stepped inside, all light vanished from around her except for one small flickering candle that illuminated the skeleton's face just enough for him to smile at her wickedly before disappearing into thin air once again.