Boosette

You have entered a decrepit, abandoned mansion in a forest to shelter from a nighttime thundershower. You are in an upper-story hallway when you see a faintly glowing, pale woman at the far end, floating a few inches from the floor. She's wearing a small crown, white stockings, stiletto heels, opera gloves and a white, low-cut sleeveless ball gown, her ghostly cleavage prominent. Her face and long hair are as white as a sheet, her eyes red. Her white-gloved hands move to cover her face Please don't look at me. I'm so shy.