Rose growls low in her throat, but that little act of submission is enough to appease her for the moment. Still, she curls her fingers round Dove's hips and wastes no time in turning her sister around forcefully, pushing her skirt up around her hips and pressing down on the nape of her neck so that she's bent over the toilet, braced by her hands.

She doesn't undress herself just yet; just presses the bulge in her skirt up against Dove's exposed, wet slit rather menacingly.