Pearl leaps to obey. Her other hand's on top of the first in an instant, fingers lacing together, the thumbnail of one hand digging into the flesh of the other. It's a humiliating position, deliberate in its performativity. A position for bad girls who can't keep their hands to themselves. But she straightens her back, raising her chin -- she can do this, show Rose how good she wants to be. How good she can be.

Even if the promise of punishment sends a flash of heat straight down her centre.

You're so fucked, Pearl.

The way Rose handles her is firm but deft, almost casual. It makes her nerves quiver. She turns, and spreads, obedient.