This time, Spencer couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped her lips as her professor played with her earlobe. Immediately after letting it slip, she bit her lip, reprimanding herself for giving into the older woman. Really, there was an array of possibilities that that topic lead too. Many, rather kinky, rather...attractive to Spencer, possibilities. "N-not particularly..." she said softly, nervously.
Spencer kept Carrow's gaze as the woman licked her lips. Spencer couldn't help but feel like prey. A feeling that was interesting and one that she didn't particularly mind. "It's not displeasing." she confessed evenly, blushing at the invasive question, knowing it was pointless to try to avoid answering. "Only a few, including you..."
As Carrow let go of her and moved back, Spencer remained laying across the desk for a moment, drawing her breath before standing up to face the woman. Seeing the look on Carrow's face, it was clear she was expected to begin her dance. Blushing more, Spencer tried to steel herself as she removed a shrunken record player from her pocket, charming it back to size easily and placing it on a desk. SHe had originally chosen muggle music for this dance, but quickly decided against it, figuring it would be safer to play things on the pureblood's terms. So she had acquired a record of wizard music from a friend that was appropriately sexy for a lap dance.
Turning the player on, and taking off her sweater, Spencer left the rest of her uniform on as she drew a deep breath before turning around to face her professor, doing her best to give bedroom eyes, despite her intimidation. As she slinked closer to Carrow, she began to sway her hips lightly and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. By the time she arrived standing before Carrow, her blouse was completely undone, revealing peaks of a racy, lacy, dark green color with black outlines. She knew the woman had been a Slytherin and Slytherin's always had a thing about their house pride, so she figured the color choice was appropriate. What's more, the thong she wore under her skirt matched perfectly. Willing her breath to remained controlled during this dance that she had not at all been practicing for all week), Spencer kept her eyes on Carrow as swayed, turning her back towards the woman and bending her shoulders, letting the blouse drop, looking over her shoulder back at Carrow with hooded eyes.