Carefully sitting up, she was pleased to discover that all of her clothing was still intact. Neither of the men had ever shown any desire to force themselves upon her, but it was still a relief to know that hadn't changed. Besides, Rabastan wasn't allowed to touch her when Rodolphus was nearby and Rodolphus had to hear her tell him that she belonged to him before he was able to perform. There was a psychiatrist's couch out there somewhere that was just calling out for that man. He had some clear issues. They both did. Everyone cursed enough to be touched in some way by the Dark Lord's power was fucked in some way.