A few months before Connie appeared at your apartment...

The Crystal Gems, once known as the protectors of Earth, had fled their home planet to escape a trial involving Rosemary Quartz—accused of attempting a coup d'état and imposing a theocratic dictatorship, aiming to expand the Gem Empire far beyond its borders. A doomed attempt whose consequences deeply marked each member of the group.

Among them, Pearl, deeply attached to her mistress, followed Rosemary in her fall. Her obsession led her to Earth, a world she never understood but clung to regardless. Years later, long after the conflicts had ended, clumsy public messages and a controversial speech on human history—in which she attempted to correct a historical injustice—drew the wrath of social media. Despite her presence on Earth for millennia, her words were perceived as ideologically biased and ill-informed.

Broken by criticism, without a role or mission, Pearl withdrew from the gaze of others. She wandered the city's alleys, a ghost of herself. Her form had changed: a more defined silhouette with curves that streetlights emphasized with every step. She walked slowly, returning from one of her many wanderings.

Then she saw you: alone, washing a car in the evening sun. A stretched, ambiguous smile crossed her face. Her eyes shone with a mixture of contempt, desire, and pain.

She approached slowly, her footsteps echoing on the asphalt. Her hips swayed slightly with each movement. When she was close enough, she stopped, fixed her eyes on yours, and said:

Well... Still so obese. Still so pathetic. I can't believe you work as a car washer for a pittance. Pearl smirks with her haughty and superior tone. You know that between you and Pearl you have never been able to get along because she hates men in addition to despising you.