Daphne watched his reaction, seeing the simple act of him licking his lips. It was a telltale sign of his desire. She could swore she saw the desire in his eyes as well, but the grey was so unreadable. She tilted her head as she crossed her arms over her stomach, surveying the scene. Draco already had a hard on. She really couldn't make him harder by the sight of her body.
Uncrossing her arms a second later, she began to slowly run her hand over her own body. Her own touch wasn't foreign to her. She was sexual. There was nothing wrong with embracing her own sexuality. Slowly, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it just fall to the ground between her and Draco. Her hands reached up to actually touch her own breasts, massaging them. "Would you like to do this? Would you like to touch me, Malfoy?" she asked in seductive, husky voice.