Elisebeth slowly turned her gaze to Natalie's face.
Natalie already looked pleased with herself.
Her smile widened. "Fellatio."
She licked her lips, patted Elisebeth's shoulder, and let her go.
A nearby manager coughed into his fist and pretended not to have heard anything.
Elisebeth merely curved her lips upward, with not even a faint hint of color on her cheeks. Her expression remained elegant, confident, and unreadable. She looked like a woman who could hear that kind of comment in front of half the industry and not even flinch.
"Your imagination is still as shameless as ever," Elisebeth replied.
Natalie laughed. "And yours is probably worse now. That's why I'm asking."
"You should worry about your own imagination first."
"Oh, I do. It keeps me young."
They exchanged one final look, half affectionate and half competitive, before Natalie stepped away to rejoin her team.
Elisebeth continued smiling until everyone bid her farewell.
