Marie-Élise rapidly revised her first impression of Veronika as a hardened Nazi. The girl had a rather charming demeanor that Marie found quite intoxicating. She knelt down to examine the tear, her eyes unable to avoid admiring the lovely form of the other woman. She too blushed as she almost absent mindedly caressed the silken texture of the woman’s lingerie. “You mother has beautiful taste,” she said with a smile and then with a frown. “You must have rubbed against something sharp, a metal edge of some sort, but I can mend it easily.”<br/><br/>As she spoke, she had already pulled out her sewing kit and wetting her lips briefly, she dampened an end of a thread and slid it through the eye of a needle with a skilled hand. When<br/>Veronika’s hip brushed against her, the sudden racing of her heart came not from fear this time, but an underlying sensual excitement. “I always wanted to create such pretty designs. When I first began, I dreamed of working with silks and lace.” Marie-Élise gave a rueful smile. “But one takes what work one can and men’s suits are where I find myself.” As she spoke to Veronika, she finished up the simple repair and put away her thread and needle.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help a gentle caress that might have passed as simply a gesture to signal that the repair was done. But the way Marie-Élise sucked in her breath; it was obvious she was a little shocked by the almost electric current that she felt on touching the other woman. Rapidly, she tried to stand, her eyes looking down in embarrassment.  She had intended to act the spy with this woman, but the almost intimate nature of their encounter had deeply flustered Marie-Élise. While not a virgin, Marie-Élise was inexperienced sexually and naive enough not to realize her attraction to the taller woman.<br/>