Collar.

But it was the last item that truly caught her eye. A collar. Not just any collar, but one that glowed with an ethereal light, as if imbued with the very essence of magic itself. It was crafted from a material she couldn't identify, soft yet firm to the touch, and it whispered promises of submission and power in equal measure. The collar was a deep, seductive shade of purple, the color of passion and desire.

Luna picked it up, feeling the weight of its enchantment. It was beautiful, with intricate patterns that seemed to shift and dance before her eyes. The metal was cool against her skin, sending a thrilling shiver down her spine. It was unlike anything she had ever seen or felt before. The collar was the ultimate symbol of the castle's allure, a promise of the most intense and magical experiences she could ever hope to have.

Her curiosity piqued, Luna decided to try it on. It fastened around her neck with an audible click, the glow intensifying. As soon as the clasp locked into place, she felt a jolt of electricity that sent waves of pleasure through her body. Her knees weakened, and she had to grip the counter to steady herself. The collar was alive, and it was speaking to her in a language she didn't understand but instinctively knew was the tongue of desire.

The maid's knowing smile grew as she saw the transformation in Luna. "Ah, I see it's found its match. The Mystic Submission Collar is quite the popular item here."

Luna's eyes widened as the collar began to tighten slightly, the sensation not unpleasant but rather... comforting. "What does it do?" she managed to ask through the haze of arousal that was quickly overtaking her.

"It's quite simple, love," the maid said, her voice low and sultry. "The Mystic Submission Collar heightens your senses, making every touch, every caress, every sensation feel more intense. It's like opening the floodgates to a realm of pleasure you didn't even know existed."

Luna felt the collar tighten a bit more, the sensation sending a rush of warmth to her core. Her breath hitched as she looked into the maid's eyes, which had darkened with lust. "But that's not all," the woman continued, her hand tracing the outline of Luna's collar. "It also ensures that you're... open to suggestions."

The collar grew warmer, and Luna felt her resolve melting away like butter in a cauldron. Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded, unable to resist the siren's call of the castle's magic. The maid leaned in closer, her breath hot on Luna's neck as she whispered, "Let it guide you, Miss Lovegood. You won't regret it."

The warmth grew, and with it, an undeniable urge to explore. The castle of lust beckoned with its naked inhabitants, each one a testament to the unbridled passion that Harry had woven into its very stones. Luna stepped out of the shop, the collar leading her through the corridors like a leash to a newfound pet. The air was charged with erotic energy, the walls seemingly pulsating with the echoes of countless cries of ecstasy.

Her bare feet whispered against the cold marble floor, the chilly touch a stark contrast to the heat that the collar had kindled within her. She walked down a dimly lit hallway, passing by an open door where she spied a group of naked guests engaged in a tangle of limbs and moans. The sight made her own body ache with want, and she quickened her pace, eager to find her own adventure.

A) Harry

B) Hermione

C) Draco

D) Neville

E) Ginny

F) add