"So Arthur, where is the clit cage?" Snape asked casually as he stroked the distended appendage in his hand, he took perverse pleasure about feeding the prisoner his most potent aphrodisiacs and depriving her of any opportunity to self-pleasure, his hands were wet with her bodily discharges as the bound witch responded automatically to his touch. His mood turned foul when it became apparent that he’d been overruled once again when it came to accessorising the Mudblood. He seethed to himself trying to quash his suspicion that the much vaunted Engineer was going soft on the captive, but the true story seemed to be that Barty Crouch had convinced enough important people that piercings would be the most convenient approach. He would need to lobby the Dark Lord directly at a more opportune moment.