Pearl froze at the next mention Jasper made about the dream from the other night. She'd already surmised that it was certainly not a dream, but they had not talked about it since then. And the toy Jasper found in the grocery bags... Pearl buried her head in her hands after discarding the cup to the table and kept herself like that through the long and agonizing description jasper gave of that night. "Oh my stars... Jasper..." She rested her chin in one of her hands and covered her mouth, her gaze casting away from the woman she had full memory of assaulting that night. Did she even need to explain that night? Perhaps it was best to keep Jasper thinking she'd just had a weird case of night terrors and needed comfort rather than the truth of the matter. But she said she didn't want secrets. Pearl straightened herself with a deep breath and looked at Jasper. "It's been a long.... a long while since I last, mm... To be frank, I don't really do self-pleasure as I've always been in a relationship and had never needed to. But Shay was more of a taker and I've always been a giver and--Well, anyway. When you walked in that night, I thought I was... I thought you were..." Pearl gave a frustrated sigh and stood up, pacing her way around the couch as she tried to speed up her shameful little story. "You said you wanted no secrets, so I'm trying. Basically, I thought I was dreaming that night and I thought I had dreamed you coming into the room while I was... pleasuring myself." She glanced over at Jasper and held up her hands. "I know! But I woke up, confused, and surrounded by your scent and I've been really frustrated as of late and I thought it was all a dream... Anyway. That's... that's what that was."<br/><br/>Perfectly ready to hide herself behind the couch and die, Pearl gripped the back of the sectional and listened quietly as Jasper went into a more serious story. It was one she couldn't relate to, for once. Despite all of their similarities, Pearl had grown up with her mother and father loving her, perhaps a little too much due to her fragility, but to hear the cruelty Jasper had to endure as a child of similar fate... Her nails were already quietly ripping into the cushion. While Pearl felt heavily protective over Mala, that feeling was doubled over with Jasper; which was almost funny considering the woman before her clearly had trained her body well to take care of that sort of thing, but it didn't change Pearl's desire to cherish and protect her. By the time Jasper had finished her recollection and moved on to further echo Pearl's own thoughts on the matter of their relationship, Pearl was sitting down next to the woman. "I know my word means nothing to you right now, but I promise I would never want to hurt you or Mala. You've both become so precious to me. Regardless what happens with us in the end, I'll still be here for you both for whatever you need me for. You and Mala have already given me so much without even being asked..." She glanced up at Jasper, noticing their heights were a little more similar from waist up when they sat down. The thought that they were even close to being equals in any way made her grin even though there were tears brimming in her eyes. She brushed them away with a chuckle and nodded slowly. "So, I feel the need to do this, and if you pull away, I'm perfectly fine with that, but I wanna give you a hug. No sneaky alternative at all, I'm just a touchy kind of person and it's been a long week. And I kinda feel like you need it too, Jasper." She leaned in to wrap her arms around Jasper's neck and hug tight. Even if they ended up just being friends, this was OK, right? It would have to be.<br/><br/>Regardless of whether the hug was accepted or not, time eventually passed by and they both decided pizza was in order and would, perhaps, be a nice pick me up for Mala who was due home any minute. Pearl tried to give Jasper space and instead worked on unpacking some of her boxes in the spare room she'd been given. She actually didn't have many possessions and the few she did have, they all had little stories. The sentimental woman even had old journals from her childhood when she used to write down all the details of her day to vent. When she ended up finding that toy she'd purchased once more, she flushed red and shoved it deep down in the box she'd packed it in along with her more promiscuous lingerie.