 She glanced then at a woman bound in what appeared to be a wrap of latex. She shivered. Again, potentially in the privacy of their own space, but the notion of being that helpless in this context was terrifying. She saw a man tied down with silk bonds, his wrists and ankles tied in a spread-eagle position and his nearly-purple shaft tied at the base with another. That looked... decidedly uncomfortable, but he seemed to be enjoying the blowjob he was receiving at the same time. And what did she know; she didn’t have a penis. Though she couldn’t help but think that Snape’s shaft would look more appealing in silk than the stranger’s did. The man in question snorted at her side and she glanced up at him, flushed to have him aware of her barely coherent train of thought. 