Lisa escaped through the window like some sort of cassanova stealing away in the night, but instead of stealing away, she climbed down to the ground level of the house, and it was day time...and she was Lisa Turpin, not some sort of cassanova. Reaching the bottom level, she ran into the house, going to the office she had where she did her writing and Gabrielle did her designing, it was more like a den and second bedroom with how much sex they had in it.
Using an owl, she picked the fastest flier she could considering the situation. Owl mail was fast, yes, but still. Fast could never be fast enough! It was only an hour or so before the fire place in her den flared and three figures emerged from it.
"Allo mate, hope we're of some help. Never had to deal with something like this before." Victoria greeted her, smiling politely. ---
"Gabrielle, no..." It was too late! She had opened the door. Allyson watched as the older Turpin gazed at Gabrielle for a moment, trying to remember her objective. Daughters, and if veela daughters interferred, them too. Kissing Gabrielle, she released the younger woman and stalked toward Allyson.
Allyson, who stumbled on her way around the bed trying to convince the woman she didnt want to do this. "You are not you," she attempted to explain.
"Gabby! Help!" Allyson attempted to jump onto and over the bed, but at the last second, Marisol grabbed her ankle. Yelping, the woman tore her pants down.