The robe is lipping open near the belt, just a bit -- just enough for Rose to pause for an appreciative eye. She looks good. Even if her clothes are far too large for Pearl, Rose likes seeing them on her. Knowing Pearl is all wrapped up in her scent. Burying her nose against it to breathe in, when she isn’t looking.

It’s cute, and satisfying, but also quieting. Soothing. It’s nice, is all, it should be fine to leave it at that.

The moment passes, and Rose tips a wink before taking her hand to gently tug Pearl in the direction of the hallway. “You know where the shower is. Go ahead! Use my towel -- it’s the green one hanging up.”

She bends to scoop up the plastic bag with the sopping clothes, and begins to make way for the laundry nook.

After a few steps she pauses, though. Adds slyly over her shoulder, “Oh, and… new showerhead. Very nice. Very nice.” A delicious little shiver as illustrating, hips tilting in just a suggestion of a stir. “Do give it a try, sweet thing.”

One more candied look, trimmed with a smile, and Rose whisks away down to the other end of the hall.