"Non, souer. It is zhe rule of lapdances." Fleur explained with a flourish of her hand. As Gabrielle mentioned Lavender's sex, Fleur had to grin. The familiar smell as obvious in the air, at least for the two veelas. "I will 'ave to take you to a strip club in Paris or Amsterdam when you graduate." FLeur smiled at her sister, remembering her promise to take Gabrielle to Amsterdam when she was out of school.
Grinning more when Lavender bent over, Fleur knew her eyes were likely as dark as Gabrielle's. She just had more control over her veela. "Oui, amoure," She smirked. "I enjoy it very much..."
As she felt her sister begin to fondle her and struggle with her slacks, Fleur chuckled and leaned her head back so it rested on Gabrielle's shoulder. "Somezhing zhe matter, petite souer?" she teased.