Hermione was put lying on the backplate, the material was cold, only uncomfortable next to her tramp stamp. Snape made sure her collar and limbs were all correctly aligned. Hermione heard a clicking noise at the base of her collar, where the control port sat, confirming her suspicion that this weird humanoid torso shape was custom created for her. A strap around her waist was cinched tightly, ensuring the metal backplate adhered to the captive body like a perverted turtle’s shell.