It only gets weirder, because it doesn't take long for Peridot's psuedo-dick to pop out and join the party. Then it's not exactly comfortable to just keep mashing it against Lapis's back, so what's she supposed to do then?

She slows her pace, whimpering uncertainly. Her momentary confusion also gives her just enough to lucidity to look at the both of them and wonder just what the fuck they're doing.