"Yes," she moans, not even hearing the question -- the friction surges through her, making every nerve ending in her body sing out. It's a strange new mess of a sensation, both light and coarse and ruthlessly teasing, but Pearl's wound-up, touch-starved body craves every drop. It's only a good moment later she seems to realize she's been spoken to at all, but then Garnet's pushing her down again and yes, yes--

"Yes," she mewls out again, humiliation seeping into her need. She would.