She's used to being grabbed

"Oh, that's okay," Daphne replies with a slight smile, cocking her hips slightly as she places both hands on her narrow waist. "I get grabbed all the time. It's part of the fun of this gig, really. It gets me all excited being grabbed and captured by big, burly monsters."

"Well, then," you smile, letting your eyes run up and down her slender body, "why don't you come over here and show me how excited it gets you?" You suggest, patting the mattress beside you.

"Usually, it's Freddie who comforts me after a caper," Daphne tells you as she slowly approaches the bed, her hips swaying enticingly as she turns to sit beside you. "Sometimes Shaggy but usually it's Freddie. I wonder how you'll measure up," She muses, glancing at the growing bulge in your pants.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be big enough for the job," You assure her with a smile, thinking about your new found powers and what they could mean for you here in this world. "But first, let's see what you have on under that purple dress."