The redhead gave a little squeak as Elera recounted the embarrassing event.  Her nut brown cheeks went nearly the same maple leaf red as her hair.  The same blush was still there when Yew entered.<br/><br/>Though not so tall as the woman on the porch, few would hesitate to call Yume a giantess.  She was six feet tall, with a top knot swept up over a half foot higher.  She wore a miniskirt and a square necked blouse with long sleeves over a corset.  Her boots were knee high.<br/><br/>She swallowed and tried to calm her blush.  The man's introduction made her look around, wondering if she was missing something.  She took a bouncy step closer to him, and faced him, to bob a cheerful bow—though the lingering blush reinforced itself.  “Pleased to meet you.  My name is Yume.  How do you do?”