In her most desperate moments, she had entertained the thought of visiting a muggle BDSM club or even making use of online personal ads in the muggle world. But she wanted, needed, someone who could dominate her body and mind.  She needed to feel at her partner’s mercy, and it was hard to sustain that illusion with the knowledge that she held more power in the flick of a wrist than any muggle could possibly hope to match. Plus, the scar would be hard to explain, though a minor issue. No, she needed a wizard to take her in hand. But how to find one? A club would be out of the question in the wizarding world, as easily recognizable as she was, and a personal ad was risky – what if she ended up alone with a Voldemort supporter who would love nothing more than to kill her once she was at his mercy? Lacking a clear solution, she did what she always did. She went off in search of the right book.