Now that her roaming hands were tied back to her collar, Hermione just had to wait out the two Death Eater’s plans. The first item introduced to her bore the hallmarks of a Madam Malkim creation, the corset was heavy and uncomfortable, it was lined with a coarse rope fabric that irritated her skin. The boning was rigid and probably where the bulk of the weight was coming from. The long stanchions were rigid ensuring that Hermione could only remain ramrod upright. A small constant pressure came to bare on her midriff as she felt the corset tighten, at first the small increments of compression where scarcely noticeable until she could feel the tightening pressure impact her breathing. She watched her two captors ignored her plight, as dark spots danced in her vision, the corset continued to tighten, forcing her body to conform eventually to a comically exaggerated hourglass figure. She could no longer take full deep breaths, only short snatches of air could be dragged into her lungs as the corset crushed into her ribcage.