Jules laughed. "Perhaps, though that might make it harder for me to attend these little events in the future if you do that." She smirked up at Claire. "Haven't you heard?" she mused. "He is old. You much know older men…hardly as…active as they used to be?"
"I can take care of myself," she assured Claire.
The music changed to a faster beat. Visibly pondering, Jules nodded. "This should work." Stepping back, she took her wand and pointed it at her skirt. Doing a few quick charms, she made it much longer and white frills appeared beneath it; an odd contrast with it being made of leather.
Starting to can can, Jules kicked her heels up as her hands stayed at the hem of her skirt. She held it down and in place but from time to time, she would lift the hem alluringly. No matter how much she lifted, no one would see anything other then her legs and thighs.
Turning, she bent over and lifted her skirt just enough so Claire could glimpse the curve of her derrière. Spinning back around, she gave Claire a sultry smile as she tried to gauge her reaction.