The only answer that Spencer allowed herself to give to Carrow's questions was another soft whimper. She didn't think it needed a vocal answer beyond that. She had resigned to the fact by now that they both knew that despite all of her denial, Spencer wasn't having a horrid time.
Spencer shivered as she heard a loud ominous boom. That didn't bode well for her. She shifted, knowing that her wand was in her pile of folded clothes. She felt extremely vulnerable at this moment. Here she was, Merlin knows where with this dark sadistic woman. Yet, why did she feel so...comfortable?
The sudden unguarded, nice compliment made Spencer blush in earnest. "T-thank you. " she said, shifting again on her feet, uncertain of what to say next. When she felt the light caresses over her body though she couldn't even think to say anything as she was lost in the sensation.
Feeling Carrow behind her and feeling the phallus between her thighs, Spencer's head fell back as a moan escaped her and she fouls her body leaning back into the other woman. It was getting harder and harder to resist her desires and that scared Spencer as much as it sent shivers down her spine.