Dance.

"Good, here is your first task." The voice spoke and thus Hermione knew she was beat for now.

With a shaky hand, she picked up the phone again. "Where is it?" Hermione asked trying to keep her voice steady.

"Ah, so eager. The club is called 'The Sphinx's Den'. You know the one, don't you? It's the place where the naughty side of the wizarding world goes to let loose." The voice spoke with an amusement that Hermione found unsettling.

Her heart racing, Hermione stumbled out of the alleyway, her bare feet cold against the cobblestone streets. The night was eerily quiet, with only the distant sound of laughter and the occasional howl of a stray cat piercing the silence. She spotted a dimly lit sign with a golden sphinx on it, swinging lazily in the breeze.

"Now, remember, no funny business. Just get in, perform your dance, and get back out. I'll know if you don't follow through," the voice warned, the threat hanging in the air like a thick fog.

With a deep breath, Hermione pushed open the heavy, velvet-covered door of 'The Sphinx's Den'. The pungent smell of cigars and cheap cologne hit her like a wall, making her nose wrinkle in distaste. The club was dimly lit, with red and purple lights casting an eerie glow over everything. The floor was sticky under her feet, and she could hear the thump of music from somewhere deeper within.

The bouncer, a burly man with a tattooed neck, looked her over. "You lost, love?" He sneered, eyeing her bare body with a leer that made her skin crawl.

"I'm...I'm here to dance," Hermione said, trying to keep her voice steady. She hoped beyond hope that Harry was okay and that this was all just a terrible prank gone wrong.

He laughed, a gruff sound that echoed off the walls. "You're in the right place, then. Go on up to the stage, the audience is waiting."

Her stomach in knots, Hermione walked through the crowded room, feeling a hundred eyes on her. The air was thick with the anticipation of the patrons, and she could feel their lustful energy washing over her. She climbed the stairs to the stage, the music growing louder with each step.

The stage was small, with a pole in the center. The music was deafening, a bass-heavy throb that seemed to vibrate through her bones. The audience was a blur of shadowy figures, their faces hidden by the darkness and the strobe lights flashing erratically.

Her mind racing, Hermione took a deep breath and began to dance, trying to remember the moves she'd seen in the Muggle movies Harry had snuck in. She twirled around the pole, her bare skin glinting in the neon lights, trying to ignore the catcalls and lewd comments being thrown her way.

With each move, she felt a mix of fear and anger boiling up inside her. How could Harry do this to her? How could she have been so stupid to agree to something she didn't remember? Yet, she had to believe there was a reason, that he was in trouble and needed her to do this.

The dance was both liberating and degrading, a strange mix of emotions that Hermione had never felt before. She moved her body with a passion she didn't know she had, spinning and arching, trying to find some semblance of control in this chaotic situation.

As the music reached its crescendo, she heard a sudden hush. The voice from the phone had told her that her performance would be monitored. She hoped she'd done enough to satisfy her mysterious tormentor.

The song ended abruptly, and the lights went out, leaving her in darkness. "Your first task is complete," the voice said in her ear, and she felt a sudden jolt of cold air as something was placed into her hand. "You'll find your next instruction inside."

The lights flickered back on, and the audience erupted into applause. Hermione looked down to see a small, enveloped note in her palm. The crowd was chanting her name, begging for an encore, but she knew she had to leave.

Grabbing the note, she dashed off the stage, ignoring the lecherous stares and the outstretched hands that tried to grab at her. She didn't know what was coming next, but she had to keep going. For Harry.

A) Handcuff herself behind her back for the rest of the challenges.

B) Streak through a nearby busy mall

C) Masturbate in a busy park

D)Add