Natalie shifted a bit, unsure of what to say. The woman was looking at her as if she were a cat ready to pounce. Pansy doing it was one thing. A complete stranger was an entirely different story.
She grew even more uncomfortable when Morag kept speaking, and she glanced at Pansy for help. Was there a polite way to ditch the ogler? She felt dirty, the way Morag kept staring at her like that.
She was actually quite relieved when Morag turned to Pansy and began ogling her a bit. She raised the glass of whiskey to her lips again and finished it off, concentrating on the burn in her throat rather than the burn of Morag's gaze.