Draco clipped a leash to the ring on the tight clit cap, not even bothering to tell the prisoner to move. She moved unsteadily on her feet, she found it difficult to walk in a way that didn’t cause discomfort in her ringed sex. Undeterred Draco continued to guide her through the castle. He enjoyed the musical tinkle of the bells and the hurried click-clack of her hooker heels. He knew she couldn’t hear the sounds, but he wondered if she could see how the castle occupants all stoped to stare at her wanton body, even if the non-Death Eaters would appear as indistinct grey shadows with her newly limited vision, her position as sex-toy was cemented in the mind of all the castle occupants and even in her own estimations of herself.