Bellatrix watched with morbid curiosity as the expanse of smooth flesh was revealed to her almost hungry gaze as she used her wand to flick away the straggling pieces of black fabric. Fully intending to ignore the younger witch's soft complaints for now, she merely smirked as she lifted her wand again to trace the contours of her prisoner's back, following the shape of her shoulder blades and the outline of her spine. She shifted a little as Hermione flexed beneath her slightly, however the mud-blood remained largely still as she flicked off the final piece of material possibly due to the threat of being cut. She was slightly disappointed at that; either her captive was too cowardly or too smart and Bellatrix didn't like the sound of either.<br/><br/>"You're quite pretty aren't you, muddie?" Bellatrix said suddenly, snickering to herself. "When I can't see your face, of course." It was a compliment in its own right. She had admitted to herself that while the Granger girl was not too hard on the eyes, it went without saying that blood was thick and transparent. The older witch had to strongly resist the urge to chant out a curse or hex right in earshot of the brunette, just to revel in what she'd imagine to be a very entertaining reaction. The more she considered it, the tighter Bellatrix gripped her wand, the tip of it pressing almost painfully into Hermione's back.<br/><br/>Having taken the first step into familiar territory, the Death Eater only considered her subsequent actions to be the most logical steps. Even if she was a far cry from being logical herself, her twisted reasoning only made her grin. Bellatrix shifted herself, leaning more of her weight against the muggle-born witch's back, her fingers shifting through thick brown hair to part, her nails tapping against the girl's exposed nape, dragging a digit over the ridges of her spine and lacking in any tender thoughts or general concern for the brunette's well being. Her rough ministrations left angry, red welts along the smooth skin as Bellatrix shifted to press her wand against the girl's waist teasingly. "We'll take the rest off soon, don't worry."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>