Demeter smiled at the reaction of the other girl, subtle but very distinctly there. Her hands moved further down the swell of her hips, her thumbs brushing over the creamy skin, in toward the junction of her thighs. Her lips had stayed their journey though. "The shower, Daughter," she instructed softly. While Desponia had insisted on her own cleanliness, the clothing didn't convince her. Alice didn't mind another trip under the water, particularly with the way her body seemed to be burning itself.
She stood and walked to the tub, turning the shower and trying to catch her breath.