One group of women, whose husbands had been huddled in a corner, and collectively group drooled as Lady Victoria had entered, had discussed her in a less than pleasant manner.

“Uhhhhh who DOES she think she is? She is little more than a child. The Lady Esther de Mournay would be turning in her grave if she could see her darling offspring now.”

The three women saying nothing then as Lady Victoria De Mournay made her way around the other guests being greeted in the most dignified manner and practically as royalty herself. Most men greeting her cleavage as opposed to looking her in her eye. Just seeing an amusement in Victoria's eyes. Noticing that she was never offended by being noticed in this way. Never even commenting on it or acting in a most disgusted fashion that the men, not all the men but most of them, were practically dribbling over her tits. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was what it was about her that other women didn't like. That apparent lack of morals of the young Lady. Just an acceptance, or the kind of acceptance that was unheard of in these times. More likely though, they were simply jealous because of her outstanding beauty. More to the point, jealous because of her far superior beauty in comparison to them. And the way she carried it off. Not simply carried it off. But carried it off with style. It would be true to say that a small group of women within the elite circle in which Lady Victoria De Mournay moved, hated her. Not simply hated her, but did so with a seething rage. Just the way when she entered the room all attention was turned to her. How practically people formed an orderly queue just to speak to her. Or even to greet her. Or be greeted by her. For this small group of women, the anger was a smouldering time bomb. Something that simply bubbled under the surface and was there, plain to see. If one knew what to look for.

“I said lift your breasts higher. And just separate them a little. Pull them apart. Before I start on your behind, I want to cane each of your breasts individually.”

None of that group of women having the slightest inclination of the Lady Victoria's 'hobbies' involving the slaves. None at all. If only they did. If only they did know. God that knowledge would be like liquid gold.