The pucker was a very light beige, a mild and innocent colour, the moment the cotton ball touched it, it tightened like a frightened leaf of mimosa. Draco held his breath as if trying not to scare it any further, and meticulously, he ran the cotton over every crease of it. Very, very gently, he pushed the cotton ball into the pucker a bit, the burn of the alcohol stimulated it and it suddenly relaxed, bloomed with a surprisingly lewd shade of pink.