BETTE- "Oh no, I will be taking you. You're our guest, Professor. I'm under strict orders to ensure you are satisfied." (Sabriani's head pops out of the bathroom door and the dark eyes glare at Bette, who looks like a deer in headlights as her last words come back in this split second to haunt her.)
SABRIANI- "Ahhhh...forget Lizabet and her strict orders...I take you to nice little restaurant near here where I took her when I came last time. And it's just between us...forget Ms. Professor Worrywart...tell her you treated me." (She pops back into the bathroom. Bette exhales a bit...and a bit too soon...Sabriani saunters into the room holding the towel, which is now not tightly wrapped around her but, rather, loosely draped in front of her. Bette watches her nervously as Sabriani walks around grabbing items she needs while talking to Bette. The young woman is worried that Sabriani will turn away from her thus exposing her entire backside. At one point, as Sabriani stands at an angle, and Bette notices that Sabriani had managed to put on her underwear...just no bra. Sabriani heads back to the bathroom and when next she exits she is finally dressed. Bette is relieved...well, sort of.) "Ok madam...we go."
(And with that, they go. The two women go to a small French restaurant with a little florescent Eiffel Tower hanging on the front sign. It's quaint, with a quiet music playing in the background. They take their seats and Sabriani asks for water in French and the wine list. Bette sits there in part amazement, part uncertainty, and part warm fuzzy feelings...her attention was totally taken by this woman. The soft light created a becoming aura around Sabriani. The romantic atmosphere of the restaurant accentuated the view. Bette thought to herself how this older woman was not necessarily beautiful in an objective way, but she was nonetheless beautiful...her elegance and style, as well as her sparkling personality, not to mention those eyes and that voice...combined in the soft light to entrance Bette. She was still a deer in headlights. Her mind was nowhere but here...focused on this woman.
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