Pearl's lips instinctively tighten further at the order, a fresh wave of pink washing over freckled skin. The urge to protest -- but it's dirty -- rises up in her throat once more, but with the tip of Garnet's toe pressing over her teeth, she knows she has no hope of getting it out. Not that there would be any meaning to it, if she had -- this is her punishment.

And Garnet's staring at her, waiting.

Scrunching her eyes back shut, Pearl slowly forces her lips to part.