Pavarti and Padma, strained under the pressure of supporting the two wizard’s weight as they used the slender witches crouched forms as seats for a better view, of the captive, their hot breath on their prisoner’s crotch. With Hermione perched on perilously high heels, the two men had continued their conversation pulling and dragging at Hermione’ intimate folds, discussing the relative merits of studs vs rings, as Mr Weasley spoke with indecent relish about his recent acquisition of a muggle tattooing machine, which apparently worked with needles pricking repetitively to deposit ink into the skin canvas and his desire to decorate the captive from head to slutty toe. Their chuckled laughter at muggle depravity and barbarity was silenced as Narcissa moved an old wardrobe in front of them. "We have a boggart at our disposal, let’s find out the Mudblood’s deepest fears and add to our rather large shopping list accordingly." With a nod, she gestured for Alecto Carrow to be ready to open the door.