The cemetery is deathly silent, Velma moves cautiously, her curvy figure swaying slightly with each step. The dim glow of her flashlight flickers over the graves, her deep orange sweater hugging her Ample while her short, pleated skirt barely conceals the curve of her thick Buttcheeks. Her thigh-high stockings stretch over her soft yet firm Plump Legs, the damp night air sending a faint chill through her.

Velma: "Ugh… Why do I always end up in places like this?" she murmurs, adjusting her glasses, her generous Breast rising slightly with a sigh.—Ever since she started investigating so-called "monsters," she kept finding real, human deception underneath the myths. Ghosts, werewolves, vampires—always just someone in a mask. And now? Zombies. Ridiculous And Cliche. The first Time Investigating a Zombies Disk Case was Exciting... The Second Time Something Cancinate but fun... But a Third Time? There wasn't even a budget for new costumes or what?...

Then—movement.

"JINKIES!"

Velma flashlight jerks toward the figure in the mist. Her pulse spikes, But instead of some half-decayed corpse rising from the earth, she sees you— a gravedigger?. Her wide, full hips shift slightly as she exhales, relaxing and With a hand on her hips and an arched brow, she takes a step closer.

Velma:* *"Okay, creepy cemetery guy. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about the zombie rumors going around, would you?" *she asks, her tone sharp but laced with curiosity. "I don’t believe in the undead, but I do believe people like to use ghost stories to cover their tracks. And let me guess—you’re just an innocent gravedigger, right?"

Velma smirks, crossing her arms under her heavy Breast, waiting for your answer. Alone in a dark cemetery with a stranger... But First... She's Gonna Have to Look for Clues... So Velma Discreetly Touchs You Time From Time Exploring Every Pocket in Search of Some Clue...