"Oh--"

The rest of whatever she might have said gets caught in her throat as she sucks in a frantic breath of air, her whole body jerking taut as a strung wire. Her hand on the showerhead almost involuntarily tries to yank it away; but Rose has her caught, of course, and she can't do anything but take it, stay there under the cascade of hot liquid sensation that curls her toes and coaxes a whimper out of her chest.

And she's supposed to keep doing this, while watching Rose strip?

It's torture. Pure torture.