Pearl's eyes are wide, the blue of shattered china -- they flicker briefly over Rose's towering body, the looming exquisite promise of her curves, then back up to meet Rose's gaze, anchored there like she's drowning. Her hand moves, shaking in obedience, on the knob: the stream of hot water bursts into life, and she groans long and low, a sympathetic echo. Hips bucking, thighs spreading apart for just a little more... But she stills them with an effort of will. This is going to be hard enough without her making it harder on herself.