“I don’t think that Madame Pomfrey would look all that great in this,” Tracey teased, perfectly deadpan. Reaching for Heidi, she began to gently lift the shirt over her head. Once she was in her bra, Tracey took that off too. She looked at Heidi’s ribs.
“What would feel good for those? Warmth or cold?” she asked. While waiting for an answer, she leaned over as it examining Tracey. When she did, Tracey’s skirt slid a little higher up her thighs.
By design, the room was nice and warm so the lack of clothes wasn’t likely to bother either of them. Wheeling over a nearby cart, it had a bunch of legitimate medical supplies. She did honestly want to make Heidi feel better. But, if she was feeling up to it, Tracey would surly give in to her other desires…