(OOC: Oh wow, uh, the last post I made I forgot she was at her home, sorry if it was confusing XD)<br/><br/>Having taken her father's words to heart - up until the storytelling at least; she'd heard them all before (or so she hoped and prayed) - Velma was promptly on hwer way out.  It was hot and sunny, as it almost always was, but for Velma it was nothing.  She dressed with skin much exposed for just that reason: it kept her cool.  She also did so because she liked wearing little, and liked the attention her attractive form brought.  Not that it compared to many of the nude slaves wandering around, but most simply looked past them for what they were.  A scantily dressed young woman however...<br/><br/>Arriving at a housing complex she was quite familiar with - not that she'd personally been inside the upper floor room anyway - but she was familiar with the talented elderly Warl and her work.  Twas why she thought to come here first after all.  Stepping inside and surrounded by the woman's glorious works, she adjusted her glasses and moved towards the front counter, and hearing the machine she made sure to knock on the counter<em>quite</em>loudly.<br/><br/>"Hello?" she all but shouted, trying not to be so loud as to wake Sil or the companion upstairs. "Mrs Warl?  Hello!  Mrs Warl it's Velma Thunderaxe!  Can I borrow you for a minute?!"