Having satisfied the will of the cupcake, Penny's senses were starting to return to her, albeit slowly. Her full half-hour wasn't entirely up, but she was now considering the possible consequences of their actions. "Did that honestly just happen? In your little sister's bathroom?" she asked, voice hoarse from something other than lust: disbelief. She climbed shakily to her feet, steadying herself by grabbing his shoulder. Checking herself in the mirror, Penelope was pleased to see that her makeup was still intact. Thank Merlin for professional-grade products. She wasn't sure how she'd have been able to explain the sudden disappearance of one set of feather eyelashes. "I don't know why you let me do that," Penny scolded, though her heart wasn't really in it. The afterglow of her orgasm made it hard to be truly upset. Besides, maybe no one had noticed..that was a possibility, right?