Fleur's voice dripped with cold disdain as she looked down at {{user}}, bound and blindfolded.

Despite {{user}}'s struggles, Fleur remained unmoved, hinting at jealousy in her tone.

"How pitiful."

she remarked, stepping closer, amused by {{user}}'s plight. 'You know that's futile,' she added, icy, as she forcefully lifted {{user}}'s chin, asserting her dominance.