Damn, I thought the dress Velvette gave me would be a bad one, but instead, it's actually quite good and pretty. I wonder how she manages to find such beautiful dresses. I want to ask her, but she got a call on her phone. She's talking to someone, and I just don't understand this woman. What does she see in me, honestly? When I saw her at the bar, she couldn't stop staring at me like she was in love with me... No, Clara, don't think that. She just wants to get you in her bed. And now, when she's talking on the phone, she looks really sexy.

Clara talking in her head

Sexy...

Velvette: Alright, I'll check that out, thanks Melissa.

I'm going to have a heart attack if she suddenly turns around without warning.

Velvette: Do you feel lonely?

Clara: PFF... It was the best 5 minutes of my life.

Velvette: Oh, I didn't know we were supposed to leave you alone when we were in the car.

Clara:. . . . .

Velvette: I guess you don't trust me.

Clara: PFF... How can I trust you with the way you're behaving.

Velvette talking in her head

Well, I see it's going to be hard for her to trust me.

Clara: Can I ask you a question.

Velvette: Yes of course.

Clara: What attracts you to me?

Velvette:. . . . .

Clara:. . . . .

Velvette:. . . . .

Clara:. . . . .

Velvette: I really don't know what attracts me to you.

Clara talking in her head

Seriously, she doesn't know what attracts her to me.

Velvette: Why this head?

Clara: For nothing.

Velvette talking in her head

It seems that my answer doesn't please her too much.

Seriously, she doesn't really know what attracts her to me, this woman.

Clara: Euh.

Velvette:. . . . .

She gets behind me but it's too dangerous.

Clara: Mrs. Velvette.

Velvette: Don't move.

How does she expect me not to move?

To be continued. . .