>Gems have no concept of human currency
>Not so much they don't know what it is, they just never had a need for it on Homeworld. Tasks were done because they were to be done.
>Pearl told herself that once Steven was born. Regardless of her misplaced feelings towards the replicant of her beloved Rose, this was a human infant who needed a loving, nourishing family to thrive.
>And lots of baby items.
>The Gem trio, who for centuries were able to get by merely by replicating the outfits of the time, were now stumped by how to come up with the funds to raise a child. Amethyst, the brash one, opted to run up the local bank before a swift backhand by Garnet silenced the thought.
>Garnet, always the wise one, suggested they earn funds through local employment. Greg was a local business owner, she mentioned, so they could at least try there.
>Rather cast herself to the ocean than work for a beachbum like Greg, Pearl counted her options on where to go from there.
>Centuries ago, back in Victorian England, she learned of the local courtesans and their knack for "entertaining" gentleman, who were often rewarded handsomely for their company. She always admired their wardrobes, but admonished their lifestyle.
>However, at the cusp of destitution and with a baby crying her ear off at all hours of the day, something had to be done.
>Swallowing her pride, and stealing herself away in front of a mirror in the rarely accessed reaches of their home, Pearl began to decide on a form that would attract to her the most well-paying gents.
>Knowing the risk of exposing her identity to the local populace, and her team, she even warped her own physical features, hoping no one would pay mind to the clear stone that adorned her forehead.
>Practicing an array of different voices, she narrowed each down to suitable persona for what was in store.
>Picking a night she knew the others would be occupied, she escaped herself out into the evening, hoping to make an easy, if not demeaning, buck.
