((guh, sorry, I'm sick and was out for the count yesterday -- fail!))
Bellatrix took a long moment to process this information. She had expected Rita to want her to demean herself in other ways -- cleaning up after her, doing school work, those sorts of mundane acts of deference. She half-expected that she wanted in to whatever perceived social power Bellatrix had. Her tongue darted along her lower lip, dark eyes pensive. This idea was perfect, really -- so long as she made sure she had incriminating evidence of she and Skeeter together, they would be at an impasse and she wouldn't be able to reveal anything. Furthermore it might be the most fun way to wriggle out of blackmail she had ever heard -- certainly Skeeter wasn't bad to look at, she filled her uniform nicely; and the wicked glint in her eye brought her from the realms of 'moderately attractive' into 'devious and sexy'. Bellatrix smirked, the familiar stirring in the pit of her stomach returning with ardour.
"You want me to fuck you," she surmised rather inelegantly, one dark eyebrow hitching upwards. She allowed a moment's pause and flashed a thin smile. "Here? Now?"
As was always her nature, she upped the stakes. How dull would it be to pencil it in like an appointment? She stepped closer, aligning their hips subconsciously, although she hadn't made contact yet. "What's your...mood?"