"I know that feeling."

Huuugs!

+Oh...Uh... S-See you later then, Makima!"

Feeling flustered, she would then scurry off, but not without waving back at the mysterious woman.

Velma tilts her head with a questioning hum at hearing that, but when Makima gives out her number, she decides to not dwell on that bit for now. She would hurriedly enter the woman's number into her contacts.

"Thanks for--Eep..!"

She'd squeak when her cheek is kissed, her face blushing red.

+

//It is no problem!

+to eat seafood."

She continues to smile up at Makima before making a noise in sudden realization. Pulling out her phone from her purse.

"Do you mind if I get your number..?"

"Pleased to meet you too, Makima! Hmm... It kind of sounds like a play on the word 'Makita', which is a brand of chainsaw."

The freckle faced girl would reply jokingly, a hand coming up to adjust her glasses as she looks over the other woman with interest.

"Tonight sounds lovely..~ And I'd love+

+to the imagination.

"I completely forgot that I had given you a spare key."

Velma chuckles to herself as she stretches her arms over her head with a yawn.

"Who--?"

Blinking away the bleariness in her vision, she'd retrieve her glasses from the nightstand and place them on to see the man before her bed.

"Ah! Orym! Good morning to you too."

Now sitting up properly, her blanket falls to reveal her wearing a sheer nightgown that leaves almost nothing +

+attractive stranger, thick hips swaying as she moves to stand before the other with a small smile upon her plush lips.

"I'm Velma, by the way. Can I know the name of the pretty stranger asking me out, hmm~?"

Velma asks with a tilt of her head.

At the idea of a possible date, Velma would fiddle with the hem of her turtle neck sweater out of sudden timidity.

"I-I...Uhm... I guess I wouldn't be opposed to a dinner with you. I'm vacationing here so I don't really know what would be a good place to go to though."

She'd saunter over to the +

When hearing those reassuring words from the ghostly stranger, she would lower the blanket from her face a moment later. Now eying the other woman while adjusting her glasses with a wiggle.

"...C-Can I ask who you are exactly, miss...?"

+those warm hands.

"G-g-ghost...!"

Velma would tremble when watching the pillow phase through the dark haired woman. She'd clutch her blanket around herself, heart pounding.

"Impossible... T-there has to be a reasonable explanation for this!"

+freckled cheeks would flush pink.

"Ahahah... Oh, you flatter me, miss!"