Garnet's fingers glisten with her wetness, and Pearl's heart thuds against her ribcage at the sight. Even the tips of her ears burn, and she looks away with a downwards jerk of her chin.

Just picturing herself in the demanded position makes Pearl's stomach swirl with heat, and she's notably graceless as she climbs off of Garnet's lap. Her eyes dart between her face and the floor, and Pearl shifts this way and that in the hopes of easing herself into the position. She couldn't just-- put herself up on display like that, not right in front of Garnet, and no amount of desperation could wipe away her self-consciousness.

It can smudge it a little, though, and at last she brings herseld to obey -- folding onto the carpet with her thighs pressed to calves, her side facing Garnet.

The fibres graze her cheek as she looks up at Garnet, waiting to see if it's earned her approval.