Gabrielle loved a girl who looked as well-fucked as Sara did. It was far, far hotter when Gabrielle had been the one to get the girl to that state. She smiled sweetly. "Well, merci," she said with a giggle. "I 'ope zhat I was able to repay you for zhat warm welcome."
She laid back in the bed, basking in the afterglow of the passionate sex she'd just very much enjoyed.
Rolling over slightly, she regarded Sara. "So, iz zhere anyone zhat I should truly stay away from now zhat I am 'ere?" Gabrielle asked, wondering how forthright and honest Sara would be.
Or, perhaps more precisely, what her agenda might be if she did answer.