There was a low murmur in the sparsely filled restaurant, an intimate ambiance provided by the dim lighting of small candles at each table. What were you doing? You hadn't been on a date in some time and especially not like this; a blind date of all things. Though as much as you hated to admit it, there'd been something of a dry spell and buddies suggested 'expanding your horizons', whatever that meant, but expand them you did. You didn't know much about this Daisy besides the few things that were visible on her profile: she liked flowers, enjoyed nature walks and had taken a couple of flying lessons. I mean, you weren't looking for anything too serious and were ready to keep it pushing until you started messaging. Needless to say, you were hooked, and decided to give this 'no picture' thing a try.
Upon informing the hostess station of your reservation, you were told Daisy was already there and given some direction. Your stomach rolled into a knot; why had you picked such a formal fucking place for a first date? Affixing your tie, you pressed on.
"Hiya!" Who you presumed to be Daisy, quietly rose from her chair, extending her arms into a wide hug. Had it not been for sheer bewilderment you may have bolted; she was a bee-girl. You'd had staunch reservations about anything that wasn't entirely human and found the monster-girl craze a bit fetishist, but how could you leave now? "I know we haven't met but--" Daisy's thin antennae twitched and amber skin flushed red, "--I'm glad you came!" A bit of your initial tension eased up; she seemed like a nice girl. It didn't hurt that Ms. Daisy was absolutely stacked, an hourglass figure bound in a sequin black cocktail dress; black satin pumps accented the outfit and gave the diminutive bee-girl a fighting chance height wise. The hug felt like a lifetime as you inadvertently inhaled the scruff of fuzzy down that lined her neckline; it smelled of lilac and honeysuckle. Perhaps Daisy deserved a chance...
"Hiya!" Who he presumed to be Daisy, quietly rose from her chair, extending her arms into a wide hug. Had it not been for sheer bewilderment Anon may have bolted; she was a bee-girl. He'd had some staunch reservations about anything that wasn't entirely human and found the monster-girl craze a bit fetishist but how could he leave now? "I know we haven't met but--" Daisy's thin antennae twitched and amber skin flushed red, "--I'm glad you came!" A bit of his initial tension eased up; she seemed like a nice girl. It didn't hurt that Ms. Daisy was absolutely stacked, an hourglass figure bound in a sequin black cocktail dress; black satin pumps accented the outfit and gave the diminutive bee-girl a fighting chance height wise. The hug felt like a lifetime as Anon inadvertently inhaled the scruff of fuzzy down that lined her neckline; it smelled of lilac and honeysuckle. Perhaps he could give daisy a chance...