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The two women reentered the parlour to find their men and owners sorting leisurely with glasses of firewhiskey in their hands. They were being served by two scantily clad women, their clothes, if it could be called that, barely covered their privates.
Hermione watched as Draco shoved a Galleon into one of their cunts, making the woman whimper, before slapping a semi exposed breast. She knew that Draco fucked other girls. He'd never tried to hide it. But to see him this way.... especially in front of his family.
Hermione felt Narcissa's reassuring touch on her lower back.
"It's all right, darling. Malfoy men need distractions sometimes. You don't have to look away. Rather, look how beautifully dominant both of them are.
The other woman was kneeling before Lucius, rubbing his feet. With a non verbal flick of his wand, he made her top disappear, causing her breasts to spill out. The woman made no effort to cover herself, even when he cast mild stinging hexes at her nipples.
"This is the life you've chosen, Hermione. You'll be kept, pampered and never want for anything. No matter how many women Draco might use, you will remain his addiction. Just as I've remained Lucius's."
The men finally noticed them. With an aristocratic wave of the hand, Lucius dismissed the two women. Both of them bowed to Narcissa before scurrying away.
Hermione couldn't stop thinking about the way Draco had treated that woman. Shoving a coin inside her.... She realised she was wet. Draco seemed to sense this as he smirked knowingly.
Lucius too seemed to be aware of how the scene has affected Hermione.
"Draco", he said, looking at his son, "why don't you take your lovely lady to your childhood suite? You'll be summoned when lunch is served."
"Of course, father", Draco finished his drink, stalked over to Hermione and grabbed her hand in a way that left no room for argument.
As he led her away, she heard Lucius say, "Cissy, be a joy and put my shoes back on."
"Yes, my love"
Hermione turned around just long enough to catch a glimpse of Narcissa kissing Lucius's feet, before putting his shoes on them.