Grinning at her wife's response, Fleur wiggled her behind at the older woman. She wasn't childish enough to stick her tongue out, however. She was a mature, sophisticated, sexy French woman. Breathing out in a rush as the fingers entered her again, she watched through half-closed eyes the drama playing out before her.
"Zo you vill not 'ave my death on vor conscience?" she snapped back.
Still fuming, Gabrielle wasn't paying attention to the others in the moment. A mistake as her older sister decided to swat her up alongside the head. Crying out, she reached up to rub the abused skull as her glare changed focus onto Fleur.
"Be nice, Gabrielle. Eet iz partly your blame az well. You could 'ave went vith her to Afreeca," Fleur chastised. "Lee-za has already been punished. Now eet iz your turn to be punished."