Harry shoved the witch-whore away and spat on the ground at her feet. Then he resumed his search, through billows of heady, opium-heavy fumes, through naked orgies where participants chalked off sex acts of every debased kind, and past depraved partner-swapping initiations of inductees new to this debauchery. Harry elbowed his way past them all, even punching one wizard to the ground as he tried to rope him in to take part in this sleaze. Not that the wizard complained, he simply writhed around in pleasure as he bled out from a smashed nose, thinking this was part of the sadism at work here and revelling in the sexual deviancy that pervaded the weighty, stinking air all around them.