"I hate this dress," Gretchen murmured, tugging Natalie's zipper down and pulling back for a moment. She tugged her wand out of the slim pocket she'd concealed it in, twirling it and sealing the door, barring against any unwanted interruptions before she raised up on her knees and yanked her dress over her head, dropping it to the side. She arched her back and grinned, giving Natalie a moment to appreciate the sight before moving back and slipping her hand between the other woman's legs, anxious to touch her.