“Show you ‘ow I am bad?” Emma asked smiling like the cat who had just ate the canary. “I think zhat I might be able to arrange something,” she purred. She already had a few ideas for fun things to do with the younger girl. She would certainly show her…
“Theoretically,” Emma mused with a shrug. “I am sure zhat zhere are some that are not filled with children who are too insecure and foolish to recognize zhere own desires and act like buffoons until zhey get a drunken grope in a dark corner,” she said with condescension and a judgmental tone.
“Going?” Emma laughed loudly. Giving Astoria a smoldering look, Emma paused for a moment. “Zhat will not do,” she told her in a husky tone. “We are just starting to ‘ave fun.”