Delighted, Goldy joins in the clapping, loving the blatancy of the move.

"Very nicely done!" she laughs.

Once Grace is re-situated, the Fable slings a companionable arm round her shoulders.

"You're something else, girl. And the best thing is: you know it. That makes you pretty fucking cool in my book." She gives the other blonde a dangerous smirk. "This place isn't going to know what hit it when we're through."