"What should I do then? Do you want me to fuck you again? Is that what you want, bitch?" He places his hand on her crotch – on the transparent cotton knickers, over her dark curls and stimulation-swollen flesh – and she chokes on spit and thrashes, begging him not to – not just to give Nott the show he expects, but because – because he is touching her there. She doesn't care if she's wearing cotton undies – they can still see everything, and barrier of cotton or not, she can feel it.