Her head spun even as heavy, honeyed satisfaction weighed her limbs and twinged her sex with every step toward the half-hidden door to observe whatever task couldn’t keep until morning. Hermione grasped the handle, then changed her mind. Instead, she padded over to the armoire and selected a linen shift—the only plain garment in a sea of sumptuous, gauzy gowns. She slipped it on, ignoring the gummy mess drying between her legs in favor of speed.