“And she immediately finds herself attacked by a school of *****
sharks moving in on fresh prey new to their feeding ground,” said
Helena sourly, scowling at the women who continued to flirt with the
rather bored Leather Pants Girl who was valiantly putting up with the
situation.

“Whoa there,” Alice drew the words out teasingly, wrapping an arm
around the back of Helena’s chair and moving back to her close
position. Cupping the back of the brunette’s head, she tangled her
fingers into the curly locks and rubbed her scalp in a soothing
gesture. When the heiress looked at her rather blankly at this
reaction, she grinned and said, “You’re turning into your big bad Mama
jama self again.”

Her cheeks reddening in a healthy flush, Helena waved her hands
emphatically towards Leather Pants Girl and the women. “Well, look at
them, darling! She’s practically a child and yet they are drooling all
over her. I must say, I don’t find it the least bit proper or even
right for that matter.” Folding her arms over her chest and pouting
almost, Helena muttered peevishly, “And the clothing she’s wearing…
she’s bound to become ill. One of those predators ought to give her a
jacket before she catches her death of cold.”

“I don’t think that any of them would like the whole covering of skin
issue that would go along with that,” said Alice, chuckling in
amusement.

“I still don’t find it right,” Helena announced huffily, her eyes
narrowing at the women, giving them a glare that Alice was sure could
one day be used to kill someone if developed properly.

There was a moment of pause and then Helena felt the sensation of a
warm hand on her face, gently turning her head. Looking into Alice’s
brown eyes that sparkled with affectionate humor and something else
that served to stop her heart, Helena felt her throat become dry when
the blonde formed a breathtaking smile meant for her alone. “You’re
cute,” said Alice, her voice laced with fondness as her fingers flexed
outward to tenderly stroke Helena’s cheek.

“She’s making a move,” Jenny’s voice floated into the air, effectively
putting on hold whatever was going on between Alice and Helena. They
turned to the skinny brunette both wearing similar expressions of
confused curiosity and she grinned and nodded towards the dance floor
where Leather Pants Girl was strolling with utmost confidence towards
Sera’s booth. “I think maybe she was never anyone’s prey. She was just
trying to decide who to make hers.”