If Millicent had even been slightly more sober, she would have hated herself right about now for putting herself in this position. As it was she was too high to feel, too out of it to think. Yet as stupid as she was, she was Slytherin enough to know when she had no other options.
Not if she wanted to keep her family together.
Closing her eyes, she forced herself to relax, to slip into the mind of the whore once more. She'd done it enough in her life to know the roll well, and the drugs certainly helped.
'How do you want me?' she asked, looking up through her lashes, waiting for her instructions.