Like a thing, an animal, in heat...that's all she is, right now, pleasuring herself with a showerhead in the corner of Rose's bathroom like this. Pearl nearly squeezes her eyes shut, swallowing a shameful moan, but remembers the injunction just in time: keep looking. Her gaze fixes, starving, on the point where Rose's wrist disappears into her shirt; she can only imagine what Rose is doing, under there...

The water strokes her for long, aching seconds as she tries to figure out if the rhetorical question requires an answer or not.

"R-right..."