"Higher. Hold all the fabric at your waist." She complied, biting her lower lip and Snape slipped a finger between her legs, tracing the slick seam of her labia. "Hmmm... intrigued, but not yet gushing. We’ll soon remedy that. Walk over to that large rock and bend over. Keep the dress where it is." She did as he instructed and when he leisurely followed her, though she clearly felt his gaze on her body. Her feet were close together, her forearms resting on the rock, and her arse sticking straight up as her dress pooled down against her ribs, revealing the underside of her brassiere. She felt his eyes on him and flushed deeply at being so on display.