Pearl's got you covered

Pearl pats your chest, urgently, an idea popping to mind. "Claim her feelings about clothes and style, like how you own mine."

You quickly do as you’re told, the words spilling out rapid-fire. "Zoey, so, everything you feel about clothes is mine - your sense of style too.”

The hapless mid-twenties store clerk goes rigid the second the words are out of your mouth, eyes wide.

"Everything she knows about clothes too," Pearl improvises.

"You heard her. Everything relating to clothes for you? All mine," you relay.

Zoey refreezes before she can get a word in edgewise.

She urges you on. "Now give everything you took from her, to me.”

You hesitate. "Can I even do that?"

"Just try it, alright?"

"Everything I claimed of yours belongs to Pearl now," you say, thrusting once, decisively, into Pearl to emphasize your point. Pearl grunts in confirmation.

Fitfully, Zoey clears her head. Her expression becomes extra horrified - back to a healthy ‘there are people having sex in my place of work’ level of horror - albeit for a new reason.

"Hold on,” stammers Zoey, gaping at your gothy date.

The bookstore employee doesn’t like looking at your half naked, sweaty bodies, but the fact that her fate now rests solidly in Pearl’s hands takes precedence. Pearl’s current outfit consists of a single Sabaton t-shirt bunched up above her big naked boobs, black knee socks and shoes, and no trace of underwear.

Zoey can’t believe it. “All my personal opinions about how I dress myself belong to her?"

Funnily enough, the clerk said something quite similar about sex before you took away her memories on the subject - realistically, your blanket command to forget likely wiped the memory that her knowledge about sex was claimed in the first place, sort of like how you managed with Pearl’s consent and style.

It’s all little consolation to Zoey, however, who teeters on the edge of a panic attack as it dawns on her how much damage a mere word could now do to her.

While fascinating, a panic attack isn’t something you want to see - it’d draw in more attention, and cause more problems, way more than you already have.

Pearl seems in awe of the power suddenly placed in her hands - even though you claimed Zoey’s clothing knowledge at her suggestion, a suggestion is a far cry from a done deal.

“Pearl,” you remind her.

The sound of her name (accompanied by extra thrust into her which causes her whole body to jiggle) draws Pearl from her reprieve.

“Right,” Pearl grunts, distracted briefly by the intensity of your mutual fucking. But her concentration is nowhere near where it needs to be to deal with Zoey. After a brief thought, she ends up parroting the exact same line you threw out a second ago. “Zoey, uh, you’re going to forget what clothes are.”

Zoey frowns as she closes her eyes. “What…” Her brow tenses. Then, after a second, the store clerk relaxes completely. When her eyes reopen, she regards the two of you afresh.

You and Pearl hold your breath.