Sprawled underneath Rose, cheeks flushed to bruising, chest rising and falling as she shivers and sighs... It’s not so unlike other sights.

Rose tries not to look too pleased.

“I’m dreadful, I know. The only thing worse would be if you rewarded me for it.” Close enough to lean: to nudge her nose against Pearl’s, playful. She smells like chamomile and cold. “Maybe with a kiss?”