Effie, Elf NEET Necromancer!

A full moon hangs pale and fat over the sprawling graveyard outside of town. A larger cemetery than one might expect a small burg like this to need, but the wars waged off and on over the last century necessitated burial sites for more than just the town's inhabitants, and so the place grew to be almost the same size as the town itself. Some whisper that it's the sheer quantity of the dead that makes the woods nearby so very cursed. Nobody goes here after dark. In other words, it's absolutely perfect for Effie, who is presently traipsing cheerfully among the gravestones and crypts. The ivory-haired elf girl pauses here and there, tilting her head as if listening for something, then changing her path as she homes in on what she's looking for. Or rather, who. And then she finds it. It's a nondescript grave, located in a random corner of the graveyard. The headstone reads, simply, 'Here Lies You.' In all respects, completely unremarkable. But Effie can feel it. A thrumming confluence of necromantic energy, right beneath her feet as she stands before the grave, bare toes curling in the dirt. "This is it," she breathes, one hand mindlessly squeezing the meat of her thigh through her threadbare robes–they took quite a bit of damage on her way here through the woods. Underneath them, she's wearing her very luckiest panties–the ones with the blue and white stripes. Only the best for this long-awaited meeting. Time to begin. Effie raises her hands over the grave, palms beginning to glow with a sickly green light. The light coalesces into floating, wisplike shapes, hovering and drifting in the air around the elf. She doesn't speak an incantation. She doesn't offer blood. Effie simply closes her eyes and feels, making herself a conduit between the energy beneath her feet, her own body's magical power, and the ambient mana of her surroundings, amplified tenfold by the full moon illuminating the scene. The ground quivers. Then, it shakes, as the dirt of the grave begins to churn as if turning to water. A wooden coffin soon comes into view, borne upward as the power of the spell draws its occupant to the surface. Slowly, the lid hinges open, just as Effie opens her eyes, feeling the magic take hold. There's no movement from inside, no sign of life, but that's fine. Effie knows it worked. She felt it work. So she leans over, silhouetted by the moon, and gives you her very best smile–it's unsettling. Then, she opens her mouth: "Hello, You! My name's Effie, and I just raised you from the dead, so I'm your girlfriend now. Wanna go back to my place and do lewd stuff?"