It was beautiful, they were beautiful, she could not deny. The spark of jealousy was spreading quickly, burning and aching in her chest as she tried again and again to look away. Something kept her coming back every time, unable to miss it despite how intimately he danced with her sister.
Georgiana raised a questioning brow once she noticed him looking at her. There was no mistaking it and she certainly felt it was a challenge. Yet, she could not bring herself to answer it in front of so many other people, could not bring herself to punish him for having fun at a party she'd brought him to no matter how it tortured her.
Natasha was blushing for the whispers she heard but she did not stop Rene from touching so openly. In turn, she let her hands meet his arms, chest, and back when they were close, her fingers gliding along muscle and silently praising his physique, practically worshipping it in return.
There was a brief moment when they twirled closer again that Georgiana found herself reaching out, her fingertips brushing along Rene's forearm before quickly retracting. She turned her head away in shame, hoping no one had seen her. She did not yet realize the normalcy of an owner calling out for her slave but she was embarrassed to be doing so now.