Wesley winced as he was struck in the leg, but luck was on his side as the club was badly damaged before hitting him, so it merely smarted. He looked down in relief but then up in time to see the strong figure crash into him to try to take the club from him. He growled holding it tightly and trying to get the other off of him. "You're a madman!" He shouted.

One hand slipped free in hopes to catch Francis off guard and twist the club from his hands, but when he brought up the other hand to push his chest back quickly, he felt something strange. His eyes widened as he noticed the binding and looked at the other 'man's' face and couldn't help a smirk. "You're a.." he didn't get to say much more as letting go of the club with one hand had been a risk, but now he'd distracted enough to give the other time to take it from him.

At this distance, the baton trapped between them was rather moot. Fanny’s eyes widened, and her teeth pulled back in a snarl.

She grabbed Wesley by the neck and squeezed.

“You know, this would be a great place for – you know, that kind of thing,” came a man’s vaguely French accent.

“Really?” a woman’s vaguely French accent answered. “Seems kind of … busy, for that, here.”

The voices passed closer.

[Cw: Wesley has a self discovery]

Wesley's eyes bulged as the hands gripped his throat tightly. He struggled under ..what he now knew to be her. He was unable to scream and then something happened. While not a real moment passed, it felt like the world slowed to a crawl and a look came to his eyes. It wasn't the fear of his own mortality that he currently faced. Nor was it the frustration that help was just at the horizon. It was as he struggled, he became aware of his condition just as it accidentally made 'Francis' aware of it too. While his pants may not have been tight before they were now.

Whether it was the tall woman holding him down or just the very act of bringing him to the cusp of death, even he may not have been aware. But the man had an expression that he'd have rather died at that moment than to survive with what he'd realized. He grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into her eyes before smashing his other palm against her ear, hoping to give him the moments needed to free himself and get away.

The moment Fanny knew was etched in her unplucked eyebrows. If anyone knew a runaway erection, after all, it was Fanny.

“You like this,” she whispered with a maniacal gleam in her eye.

She couldn’t help herself. She burst into peals of laughter and rolled her muscular weight down on the unwelcome announcement.

Even the dirt and the hit didn’t stop her hyena-like laughter, falling back and clutching her face as she wheezed for breath.

“Dirty boy!” she shouted at his retreating form through laughs. “Dirty! -haha, ha- Boy!”

Someone cleared their throat, and the sound of people retreated.

Could this day get any worse?? Wesley was horrified and then she moved against him! He wanted to curse the world and his traitorous body because, dear lord, he grunted! The laughter rang out in his ears as he managed to push her over and flee. He was mortified, even knowing her secret couldn't bring him any joy to the situation. As soon as he was a short distance away, he slowed to stomping towards town, his face a beet red as he glared in an unequaled fury. He would find out some way to get back at 'Francis' no matter what.