Talk about something else

Bored of political talk, you decide to move the conversation elsewhere. 'Anne', you begin, 'have you ever-'

You are interrupted by the sound of a clearing throat. 'Miss Hawthorne' the man says. 'May I have the pleasure of a dance?'

You look around to see a tall man with short dark hair. A twang of jealousy hits you, but you push it away. 'She's my cousin!' you think. 'She can do whatever she pleases'. Anne looks at you apologetically before turning around and smiling. 'I would love to dance, Roger!'. Hand in hand, they walk off to the dance floor. Despite yourself, you find yourself fuming. You wonder if they have already fucked. The image of your innocent cousin screaming in pleasure while getting fucked like a dog by Roger turns you on, but also angers you.

Well, the ball is winding down, so you better make the most of the time you have left. No point in sulking.