'You might want to know something about the person before you decide to be so forceful in your appreciation,' Pansy suggested.
Pansy preened as the other's eyes roamed over her. Figures that the girls at the ball would do more to make her feel desirable than the men. She took another stiff drink from her glass.
Letting her eyes dwell on the Scottish girl's obvious assets, she smiled. 'Oh, I enjoy it all. The winning and the claiming of the prize. And I happen to know that I'm completely worth it....'
'Shall we, Natalie?' she suggested, nodding towards the crowd. As she led Natalie away, she called over her shoulder, 'Come see me, little Morag. You'll learn something....'