With an experimental tug, Narcissa lead her captive to walk short lengths of the room. She noted the defeated hunch to the prisoner’s shoulders, something that she could easily fix with one of Madam Malkim’s outfits, but she wouldn’t be shy of suggesting more permanent solutions if improvements weren’t forthcoming. Those pretty tits needed to be showcased for the gratification of fellow death eaters, they looked so delectable and ready for attention. Maybe a few ribs should be removed, she would like to get a head start on the corset training, but she simply didn’t have time today. Narcissa liked the sultry sway to the Mudblood’s hips, her erect clit and the twinkle of golden unicorn hair were enhanced by her slutty gait trying to accommodate the discomforting present that Draco’s sphere had left within her. The towering heels now seemed to be easily accommodated, her balance was less precarious once she got into the easy rhythm of walking back and forth. Draco gave his mother a quick goodbye clearly uninterested in becoming part of Narcissa’s "deportment’ lesson plan, he needed to find Astoria before he returned to the Ministry on official business.