No, Pearl needs a better way to deal with Zoey

It’s a good idea in theory, except… “This is the only good bookstore in town,” you argue. “I want it to stay that way, not change the rules to allow public nudity and turn it into some kind of sex den.”

Pearl raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me, you’re the one who turned this place into a sex den wen you spun me around and fucked me in the middle of the store.”

You hold up your hands in surrender. “Geeze, enough. I know, I know. But me owning things is what got us into this mess in the first place. Can’t we just unclaim something for once?”

Pearl sighs. “I guess I shouldn’t pressure you to use your powers for selfish reasons,” she says, shoulders drooping. “I already got more than my taste of absolute power corrupts absolutely Chase yesterday when you turned into a dick and claimed my personality and my favorite hoodie - we should keep you as far away as possible from doing sketchy shit. One wrong word from you makes it easy to say another, and then we’re all screwed.”

A sudden surge of guilt hits you. You try not to let it show on your face - you can still fix things later to how they were, you’ve done no permanent damage yet.

Er, that is, you’ve done no permanent damage, nor do you plan to.

“So?” you say, motioning to Zoey, who is still totally naked, and who is currently eavesdropping on the two of you and attempting to puzzle out what the hell you’re talking about.

Pearl nods. “Yeah, do it. Put her back to how she was - except the parts that’ll get us in trouble.”

You consider your words. “Zoey, listen to me,” you say. “Remember everything about clothes, but forget anything related to them that you saw us do, especially anything that might get us in trouble.”

Zoey gives you a blank look. “Are you on ****?”

Pearl smacks her head. “Oh, duh. I have her clothes memories, not you - you gave everything you claimed from her, to me.”

It’s probably not much to your credit that you forgot that you erased a woman’s knowledge of sex and clothing and then gave away that forgotten understanding to somebody else not five minutes ago.

“Damn. Let me claim them back,” you say, preparing to do just that.

“Wait. I have a better idea. I have to clean up anyway,” says Pearl. “Zoey. You, me, girl talk, bathrooms, now. Bring the clothes.”

Zoey is unimpressed. “Look Sabaton, I’m on the clock. And yet, after ruining this whole shelf, which will take me half an hour to fix, I somehow doubt you two plan on buying anything. Now I have a whole floor of customers I need to help out, so, if you’ll excuse me.”

Again, she turns to leave, bare assed.

Pearl scowls and formulates a better plan. “Why are we even discussing this, you’re naked and I own part of your brain,” she says, shaking her head. “Sorry Zoe, but I own how you feel about clothes, so, you really want to hear what I have to say about clothes. You’re super curious about how they work, and why we keep making a big deal about them. You’d rather come with me to find out all about them, right now, than go back to work.”

Zoey instantly stops in place, before she’s even made two steps. She turns and blinks quizzically at Pearl, her emotions reshaping to match the goth girl’s words.

“Don’t act like you know me,” Zoey says, misinterpreting what Pearl said and why she said it. “I’m already in trouble with my boss if she wonders where I went - what makes you think I care about what you have to say about clothes?”

Pearl ignores the disinterested act and points Zoey to the pile at her feet. “Pick those up and come with me if you want to find out.”

Hesitant, but suddenly intrigued, Zoey inches back toward her abandoned clothes and starts gathering them up. “How did you get these on me in the first place…?”

“Hurry up,” Pearl snaps. “Before anybody sees you.”

Zoey jumps and gathers her clothes up in one swoop. Pearl leaves for the bathrooms, and she hurries to follow. Pearl acts as lookout, and fortunately they encounter non one. They disappear into the women’s bathroom.

You visit the restrooms as well while they’re busy, freshening up after your spontaneous decision to fuck Pearl out in public. You can’t quite bring yourself to feel remorse for your actions, despite almost being caught. You had fun, Pearl did too, so what’s the harm?

Once back outside, you peruse the shelves, confident in Pearl’s ability to handle Zoey. The two girls do not reappear for a very, very long while.