Hermione licked her lips, before taking a drink of her wine. When she looked up again, the heated gaze from Pansy sent a rush of heat through her. Her knickers were soaked and they'd not even started dinner yet. She hated how her girlfriend could sit there, looking so calm, while she was nearly to the point of orgasm every time she turned the toy on. Pansy was a master at reading her, and knew exactly how far she could push her before it was too much.