"Yes, you were bad," Garnet repeats, tone low and breathy against Pearl's skin. Her hand on Pearl's ass kneads and squeezes, moving against her thigh. Her other hand's touch remains feather-light, brushing finger tips over Pearl's inner thighs, drawing circles against soft, sensitive skin. One finger gently pads over Pearl's clit, almost a ghost of a touch. "How can I trust you've learned anything from this?"