Isabella and Franzika continues to burn Franzika with their eyes.. "'Ou tink 'ou know 'ow to raise a Boi?? 'Ou wit 'our tight little azz!!"
"Si!! You are dressed like a barrio girl... Like a hooker!" Isabella chimmed in on the attack. "You tink you rreally shoud judge uS??"
Franzika put up her hands in innocence. "Of course not. I'm in no place to judge. " She said diplomatically. "But let's talk about this outside."
The two mothers begrudgingly complied, still sneering and looking back at Franzika. "Do you believe that?? " She said Scott and then stared at him as he took her hand, examining it. "What's the matter with you??"
"Look at your nails.." He gestured to her hand which now had an impecable mandure with long red nails on them. "They weren't like this before. and what happened to your face?? "
Franzika was still agog over her hands. There was no way she could perform with these. She looked in a hand mirror and gasped. Red lipstick was now on her lips and gold hoop earrings were now in her ears. "What happened to me??" She said in a higher tone. "I look like a slut.. " Scott shook his head. "No.. You look like a hooker. Once the girls mentioned the hooker thing, I noticed the changes start. It must be Priapus.. He's trying to bespell us again. " He glared up at the clouds..
Franzika tried to wash off her lips. "Then what do we do??" She didn't want to be changed any more.
Scott grimaced. "Stay behind me and don't attract their attention. I'll try and keep them focused on each other. " he said as he stepped into the hall.
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