Gabrielle was still creeping forwards when she was hauled back to her seat. Squirming and fidgeting, she wanted to get closer. The ballerinas were so radiant and graceful...she wanted to join them in their dancing! Her eyes never left the stage, to her there was no one else watching.
With the French woman so distracted, her Veela side was able to exert some control. The blonde's hand slipped through the slit in Lisa's skirt, moving inward to begin rubbing at the front of her panties. Not even consciously aware of this, she sat transfixed by the performance.