Inadvisable thoughts

The responsible thing to do would be to re-cleanse Pearl, and try your hand at remixing her again. Your tryst together, this insane, sexy error, can then be safely relegated to the realm of fantasy and eventually (if not soon) be forgotten.

Unfortunately, you were never known for being the responsible one.

You're in too deep. Literally, right now. You pull out of Pearl. "We should wash up," you say, in a haze.

Pearl springs up despite the pounding you gave her, apparently totally fine. If anything there's more of a bounce in her step than before. As you wash up with the sink (again), your imagination gets the best of you.

You fucked Pearl. Your best friend. You turned her into some kind of sex addict. That's bad enough, but...

But.

You picture a certain redhead drinking a can of Cleanser.

"Rose," you say, turning to the Juicer Max and pressing a couple buttons.

She turns attentively to you.

The machine whirrs to life, and produces a fresh, cold can of Cleanser. You snatch it off the platform and turn toward Pearl. "Let's go find Jane. I've got a drink I want her to try."