Winky quickly made some alterations to her captive’s get up, she hooked a leash onto the clit tube and attached the potions bags feeding the mudblood's breasts to Hermione’s mono glove for portability. The extra weight caused the prisoner to jut her chest out even further, the potion would work away regardless engorging the captive's breasts. With a tug on the clit leash the trainer telegraphed her desire for her charge to move. She brought the slave on a wide pointless arcing walk of the room. She liked the way the posture collar forced her prisoner to follow her blindly, the pace set uncomfortably fast injecting a level of urgency for Hermione to avoid too much pressure to come to bear on her abused love button.