Gabrielle saw Ginny turn away, and stopped herself from visibly frowning. With the way she had been staring, the older girl was interested (or at least intrigued, which wasn't quite the same thing), but now she was talking to someone else, only occasionally glancing over to Gabrielle.
The Parisian native leaned into her companion's ear, whispering a few honey-coated words and flicking her tongue inside the woman's ear. A few moments later, no doubt believing it was her own initiative, Gabrielle's date looked over to Ginny, calling, "Oi, Ginny!" and waving her over.
Snorting inwardly, Gabrielle reflected on how easy it was to manipulate anyone she had ever slept with. Though she could have told them so herself, they all very much believed that Gabrielle was the best lover they had ever had, and they all also wrongly believed that they were in control of the relationship. That didn't bother Gabrielle in the slightest -she knew who held the real power- and it was very convenient for times, like now, when she could not directly get her way, but knew how to talk (or fuck) someone else into doing it for her.