She has a nice laugh. A really, really cute one. It hangs a little long in some places and hiccup short in others -- Rose might call the sound ‘messy’ if it were anyone but Pearl’s. Always an undercurrent of surprise to the sound, too, like the action’s an unexpected one.

Rose wouldn’t mind mind drawing it out some more.

“Pearl, my goodness.” Her eyelids flutter, and her fingers tent over her chest in plastic affront. She’s mostly shied away from the topic of Jasper, at least in sultrier tones, ever since divulging her... thoughts about the two dancers. But if Pearl is the first to toe those waters... “If she did, I’d have to make sure to take her milk money, too.”

(Fact: Yes, Jasper would probably find it very enjoyable.) (Fact: Yes, Rose possesses the tact not to elaborate.)

Her hand sneaks: snaking a few more intimate inches up Pearl’s thigh. “But I’m afraid you’re much more fun to bully.”