What character do you want drawn next?

Here are your choices. After each, I'll leave a brief(-ish) physical description of them to help you can visualize the characters you're choosing. These descriptions are unrelated to the scene that will be drawn; that'll be decided later.

Note that these physical descriptions contain spoilers.

The Ghost Girl

You drop $7  in coins down the well all at once. Some of the money clinks against  the stone walls on its way down, but other than that — silence.

As you make a wish, a subtle scratching noise emanates from below. Inching closer, you peek over the edge. The noise stops.

There's nothing there. A pit of darkness. But... a faint outline  catches your eye. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. For  seconds, you squint at the shape, unsure if it's even there.

It moves.

Jerky, insect-like spurts of activity — skittering closer. Weak and  frozen in place, your heart thumps as the entity emerges from the  shadows. Or rather, two entities: a pair of skinny butt cheeks.

You double take. It's a pale woman, hugging the wall. Her tattered  nightie hangs over her head as she climbs toward you, ass-first.

As a mud-encrusted leg arises from the abyss, you back up, tripping on a  rock. Without so much as a grunt, her body thumps on the grass, twisted  in ways a contortionist could only dream of. She stands up like a  puppeteer pulled her strings.

The Doe Girl

A Doe Girl is laying splayed out on the ground, breathing heavily. As you approach, you can only see the general outline of her humanoid torso, because she appears to have taken a spill headlong into a tangled shrub, a shrub as tall as you are.

The Doe Girl's lower half, slender and deer-like, has four legs that occasionally flail for traction. You stand out of kicking range. It must've been her tail you first noticed, white underside flashing in alarm as she fled.

...

What looked from afar like one shrub turns out to be a tangle of at least three different plants, all twisted up in a bushy, viney knot. The dense branches obscured your view of what's happening, but as you lean in, you discover a rope-like vine snared around the shoulder and neck of a panting, wide-eyed, monster girl. She's supermodel-slender.

With just inches separating your face from hers, you can feel her breath on your cheek. Her eyes are like giant pools.

... wavy auburn hair.

The Harpy Girl (Olivia)

The monster girl's  limbs are a mixture of human and avian traits: arms  and hands fused to hawk wings; fair-skinned thighs blending into orange  talons.

...

In an obnoxious display of confidence, she sneers and tosses her tomboyish blonde hair to the side.

...

She's  taller and skinnier than you remember, though that's not surprising:  this is the first time you've gotten a good look at her from the front.  She's wearing an unzipped green pilot's jacket with nothing underneath.  It shows off her skinny tummy and the cleavage ... Below that, she's wearing denim cutoffs. They're so short the  pockets stick out underneath.

The Golem Girl (Mivennah)

Amid the overgrown fauna is a conspicuously raised platform of stone shaped like a bed. Just like everything else in your surroundings, it has been reclaimed by nature, but the overgrowth isn't what catches your eye.

Laying across it horizontally is what appears to be a young girl, sleeping peacefully like a princess from a fairy tale. The only clothing on her otherwise nude body is a pair of uncomfortable-looking gauntlets and boots fashioned from yellowish stone.

These accessories of hers are cracked, chipped, and covered in moss which suggests that this girl has been here longer than you can imagine. You aren't sure how it would be possible to power nap for so long that you literally become part of the scenery, but you're fairly sure the answer involves the words "monster girl."

Curious as ever, and totally not because you want a better view of her boobs, you approach the platform. She doesn't stir as you hover over her, nor does she breathe.

Every inch of her skin is tanned from top to bottom, the pink nipples on her budding breasts and her exposed slit being the only exceptions. Long, dirty blonde hair trails down past her butt, drawing your eyes to her slender curves. She is petite, and would only reach your chest if she were standing.

What sucks in your interest more than anything else about her is a dull, red gem the size of your fist which juts out of her body just below her collarbone.

Seeing this massive gemstone makes you cringe, as you have a sudden intrusive thought about how much it would hurt to lodge a jewel that big into your own chest. You take it to mean that this girl really isn't human.