Being asked what she wanted was not what Harriet expected Daphne to do. Pondering the trio of questions, her face was creased in deep thought as the hand of Slytherin moved through the water beneath the bubbles like a snake in the grass. Eyes going comically wide as she felt her left breast grasped, she found herself dipping beneath the water and getting a mouthful of water.
Flailing her arms, she came back up as the redhead began to do entirely inappropriate things to her breast. Spitting out the water, she cast a the look of a wild beast ensnared about the bathroom. What the bloody hell was she supposed to do now? How was she supposed to do now? She had never been groped and fondled before. All she could think of was...