Guilty Community Service as a street whore

"Guilty," Hermione whispered, her eyes never leaving Harry's as she played along with the fantasy.

"Very well, your sentence is to serve as a community service street whore for one week," Susan said, her voice dripping with the same kind of lustful amusement that Hermione felt burning through her veins. She knew Harry would never truly make her do such a thing, but the thrill of the role play had her heart racing.

The crowd of watching wizards and witches in the courtroom erupted into a cacophony of cheers and whistles as Susan declared Hermione's fate. Harry took this as his cue and stepped down from his makeshift throne, his cock now standing tall and proud, thanks to Susan's expert touch.

"You will now be released into the custody of Mr. Potter, who will ensure that you complete your service to the magical community," Susan announced, and the room grew even louder with excitement.

The leash grew taut as Harry led her out of the room and down the grand staircase of the Ministry. Each step was agonizingly slow, her naked body exposed to the throngs of people who had gathered to see the spectacle. Some reached out to touch her, and she had to bite back a moan when she felt a hand squeeze her ass. It was all part of the act, she reminded herself, but the heat in Harry's grip and the hunger in his eyes was very real.

As they reached the street level, Harry paused for a moment, allowing the crowd to disperse. The cool air hit her exposed skin, making her shiver with anticipation. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low and filled with the promise of all the dirty things they were about to do.

Hermione nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. The Castle of Lust had certainly provided them with an incredible playground for their desires, and she was eager to explore every inch of it with Harry.

They stepped out into the bustling streets of London, the Muggle world completely unaware of the magical debauchery that was about to unfold. Harry had chosen a busy street, filled with wizards and witches going about their business, for their role play to begin.

"Remember, you're a whore now, Hermione," Harry said, his voice thick with lust. "You'll do anything anyone wants for the right price."

A thrill shot through Hermione's body at the words, and she felt her pussy throb with need. "Yes, Harry," she murmured, dropping into the role of the shamed witch.

The first customer was a burly man with a scruffy beard, his eyes alight with greed as he took in her naked form. He handed over a fistful of galleons to Harry, who pocketed them without a second thought. "What's your price, sweetheart?" he leered, licking his lips.

Hermione swallowed hard, her mind racing with all the possible scenarios she could act out. "Wh-what would you like?" she stuttered, playing the part of the submissive whore.

The man's smile grew even more wicked. "How about a good old-fashioned blowjob?"

A.) Harry steps in

B.) Hermione complies eagerly

C.) Harry suggests something else

D.) Something else (Add for this one)