Nathan froze. His tongue felt locked, unable even to continue calling her name. The red-haired figure in front of him was no longer the Velmora of before—the shy, innocent snake girl who used to tremble with embarrassment, the one who had once accidentally gotten sprayed with his cum. The memory of Velmora as someone far older, stronger, and more commanding had fully returned.
"Ahem."
Velmora cleared her throat softly, trying to break the thick awkwardness hanging in the air. She straightened her upper body and patted her own chest, as if trying to gather the dignity of a priestess or an ancient noble. Her eyes locked onto Nathan sharply, working hard to project firmness.
"W-what are you doing standing half-naked in the middle of the night wind like this, Nathan?" she said. She forced her voice to sound cold and authoritative, but it still trembled slightly at the edges. "Your body may be stronger now, but that is no reason to act so carelessly."
