Veronika let herself blush a little when Marie fairly gushed over the lingerie she was wearing.  Partly because the girl was letting her guard down...and partly because she was genuinely happy that someone appreciated her selection.  "Surely you have made things for your female clients as pretty or even more so?" the German inquired. She could feel the seamstress looking her over....and it didn't take a Rocket Scientist to recognize the gleam of excitement in someone's eyes.<br/><br/>"It is wonderful to meet you, Marie-Élise," she said, letting a smile cross her face.  "And thank you.....the perfume was a gift from my mother," she lied.  Veronika Dresdner was a dyed-in-the-wool predator....lying was as easy for her as breathing.  Holding up her uniform skirt, she showed the girl where she'd cut her seem.  "I really don't know what happened...but I must have cut it one something quite sharp."<br/><br/>She could tell that little Marie-Élise was her's for the taking....if she proceeded carefully.  Dresdner could feel the emotions rolling off of her new-found friend and mixed in with all of it was a little more than a hint of response.  The blond just knew the brunette had never even considered being with a woman....yet she was fairly vibrating in response to Veronika.  For her own part....the want that she felt for Marie-Élise was the only part of the exchange that wasn't faked.<br/><br/>As she indicated where the tear was, she allowed her hip to brush against Marie-Élise's.  There was a little spark there....and Veronika blushed again.  "Oh...I...I'm sorry."<br/><br/>The urge to lean in and kiss her was strong.  But this ploy would fail utterly if it was rushed.  So she pulled back the full measure of her want and need, letting only the smallest bit color her feelings which she knew full well another woman would pick up on.