The ice was on the inside of it, scraping against her skin in the same way her husband's teeth did. Every movement, no matter how miniscule, made the stones press into her flesh from inside the liner. She wondered that there wasn't a thicker protective sheath underneath the stone details but suspected that Draco had it that way on purpose on some sadistic whim. Her nipples had stiffened both from the pain and the cold weight of the dress; she shivered and wished she could take it off.