Of course. She should have realised that, shouldn't she? As much as Rose relishes surprising Pearl sometimes -- as she did in the shower, my god -- tying Pearl up a little is something she always likes. Something they both like. Hands together, or legs spread, no way to struggle, no choice and finally no escape as Rose slowly reduces her into a puddle of whimpering bliss...

Pearl moans into the bedspread. Her hips twitch of their own accord, soft flesh giving way under Rose's grip, knees scooting apart a little further.