Park sounds good. Dani doesn't feel like staying cooped up inside much more right now.

Carmilla either. 

The park's lovely, with low brick walls and well-tended hedges and tall trees. Only a few flowers this time of year, but there's still a few pops of color here and there. It has statues throughout, and winding walking paths, and some very nice benches. 

Dani skips around, darting over to examine statuary or sniff flowers or hop over a bench.

She watches, mostly, but does pretty enthusiastically look at or smell anything Dani points out specifically. (She's seen the statues and smelled the flowers plenty of times before, though. Dani is new.)

Dani can be energetic enough for both of them.

Beautifully so. 

She's having fun!

So's Carmilla!

Just a couple gals out having some fun in the sun.

In the moonlight, pretty soon.

Eh, same difference.

The moonlight's more romantic, or so say most poets.

Dani's pretty sure they only say that 'cause it's a good excuse to lure their paramours into staying out late.

A worthy goal. 

Depending on the poet, of course.

Well, a dangerous poet would be very interesting. Even if not perhaps worthy. 

Dani was more thinking in terms of whether they were hot or not.

A much better metric. 

Really just cut to the root of the issue at hand.

Danger increases the acceptability, then. 

Mmmmaaaybe.

Tiny squirm.

Dangerous women are very hot, after all. 

Dani's unable to argue that point.

She steps closer and purrs, "I'm very glad you agree, lovely girl."

"Are you dangerous?"