"Hermione you're next."

She strutted over to him, her hips swaying seductively, and knelt before his chair. "Master Dudley," she purred, her eyes never leaving his, "I am Hermione, your intellectual delight. I shall provide you with an evening of unparalleled pleasure, where I shall not only satisfy your carnal desires, but also stimulate your mind with engaging conversation and wit." Her hands slid up his thighs, teasing the fabric of his pants.

Dudley's eyes gleamed as he assessed Hermione's presentation. "Very good, Hermione," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I'm sure there are many who would pay a hefty sum for a night with such a clever mouth and tight cunt." Harry couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of someone else enjoying Hermione's talents, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the business at hand. "I'm more of a dizty dumb slut kind of guy myself. Now Ronnie how will you get men to ravages you."

Ronnie took a moment to compose herself, her eyes flashing with excitement and a hint of something darker. "I'm Ronnie," she began, her voice bubbly and sweet. "I'm here to fulfill all your naughtiest desires. Whether you want a wild ride with these fat tits or a cozy night in my cunt or a wet mouth slut mouth to use, I'll make sure you're screaming for more." She winked at Harry, a silent promise of the fun they'd have together, turning the tables on their old school friendship.

Dudley chuckled, his hand reaching out to stroke Ronnie's hair. "Perfect," he said, his eyes roving over her body. "Now, let's get to work. Harry, show them what they're really here for."

Harry pass out the streets the ladies will be working. She's excited about the potential profit. Harry knew that each of them had something special to offer and that together, they would be unstoppable. They had the looks, the skills, and now they had the drive to succeed.

Dudley said. "So Harry what will you be wearing when you slut yourself out for me?"

With a knowing smile, Harry rose from the chair and sauntered over to the walk-in closet, her hips swaying with each step. She rummaged through the racks of clothing before pulling out a scandalously revealing outfit that left nothing to the imagination. It was a shimmering gold bikini made of what appeared to be a magical mesh that clung to her curves like a second skin. The tiny triangles covering her breasts barely contained her ample assets, and the string bikini bottom left her round, plump ass cheeks almost entirely exposed.

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