It's not a comfortable position like that, barely enough balance to keep in place without drawing tight on one or more chains. If one still has the capacity, it's shaming, demeaning to be chained up for the purpose of being used. The knowledge is there, but at the moment she finds herself almost torn between which side of this encounter she would want to be on.

The idea of having that kind of power over someone, to force them to react, well, any demon would find that an intoxicating idea. Claudia isn't even aware that her eyes had bled to black and she's almost panting in time with Lucifer's exertions. The sight is so beautiful, so perfect, she only wishes there were a place for her as more than an observer.