Gabrielle saw the moment of shock in Sara's eyes as her Veela peeked out ever-so-briefly. However, it seemed that Sara didn't think much of it. Good. She would let her play her little game before she turned the tables. She glanced over at the shiny, little bag atop her things for a brief moment before looking back to Sara.
"Iz zhat the type you think I am?" Gabrielle purred as she pressed her body even more firmly against Sara's. Her fingers lightly teased the soft skin of her breasts before finding her nipples. Lightly, she rolled one of them between her finger and thumb trying to get it to harden.
Despite the tight hold on her hair, hair that was becoming more and more wild as it was handled, Gabrielle was able to brush her lips against Sara's before opening them in invitation.