A Kimono-Clad Woman

Turning towards the source, you and Green both see a woman in a blue kimono with markings that are stylized, silver-colored Pokeballs on each sleeve. Around her waist is a green sash to hold the kimono closed and holding her black hair in place on her head is a green hairband that has small Pokeball-shaped ribbons on each side. She walks with a smooth grace that, despite the fact she is smaller than you in all senses of the word, gives her an air of maturity that leaves you wondering if she is actually older than the both of you.

"I was told that I would be meeting a young, eager man here for a Pokemon Battle," the woman explains as she draws closer, her voice a sweet-and-yet-husky tone as she smiles with thin lips that are lightly painted red and looks you over with sleepy, narrowed purple eyes, "but I guess he was distracted by someone with less... subtle... charms on display that might be an... easier... target."

Now it is time for your eyes to narrow. Did she just imply she thought you were dressing like a slut or something? It is not your fault that the clothes you find most comfortable tend to show off your big breasts and round ass a lot!

You are about to say something but then the woman sighs and shakes her head. "It's not your fault he was an impatient fool though," she pouts, "and he's well on his way back to the city by now. Oh, I am not looking forward to explaining this."

"Is... something wrong?" you ask.

Green suddenly gasps and starts shifting from foot to foot nervously. "U-Ummm.. m-ma'am," he stammers, "M-May I ask y-y-you a question? I-It might sound a little rude though..."

The woman turns to your companion and her expression shifts almost imperceptibly. She is still smiling and she still has that sleepy-eyed gaze but somehow it seems much more... predatory... for lack of a better description, as she takes a few steps in his direction. "Oh please, I'm only twenty," she says, "there's no need for 'ma'am'. You can call me Fyre, cutie."

Green's face turns beet red at the attention, which oddly irritates you a bit, before he asks, "A-Are you... a Poke Courtesan?"

Now your irritation is replaced by awkward amusement as you suppress a snort. "Green!" you exclaim, "That's a rude thing to say to someone!"

"Was it the outfit that gave me away?" Fyre asks without missing a beat and giving a small, elegant twirl, "I was worried it was a little much for walking around Kanto but the client insisted on something 'exotic looking' for the poor fellow so..."

"WAIT, YOU ARE?!" you bark as you whirl back to face Fyre in shock.

Poke Courtesans were practitioners of a profession that was somewhat frowned upon but some argued was a necessary one in the world you live in. Given what a male trainer was legally allowed to do to a female trainer if he won against her, many young men tended to go on their Pokemon Adventures purely in the hopes of dominating as many hot pieces of ass as they could find. The disparity between the number of male and female trainers meant many never ran into a girl trainer so they kept bumbling around instead of learning and growing. Thus the system could get clogged with trainers who were incompetent, negligent, or outright abusive to their Pokemon, as their care came secondary to the thought of the trainer getting his dick wet.

This created a market for concerned family members to hire a "professional woman" who was skilled in both the art of Pokemon battles and more... carnal activities. The idea tended to be the Courtesan was sent to meet the trainer in question, have a battle that they intentionally lost, and then let the trainer use them to sow some wild oats. Most times this resulted in the trainer in question either discovering that once the initial thrill was past they had lost interest in the journey and returned to their normal life, or actually dedicating themselves to getting better once they had a taste of victory.

Personally, you did not care for the profession that much but not for the reason most people did. While you were not sure how you felt about the "selling their bodies for sex" part beyond having no interest in doing it yourself, the very idea of intentionally throwing a Pokemon Battle was something you just found unacceptable on any level. You did not understand how anyone could be okay with that!

"Indeed I am," Fyre replies before once again sighing, "Though it looks like I'm going to be one who's a little short on funds after this mess, my dear..."

She trails off in a way that makes it clear she is fishing for your name and you frown as you reply, "Amber."

"I suppose I should head back to town now, Amber and Green," Fyre says with a nod of her head, "I really do wish I had a better explanation for all this. It's going to be such a bother..."

She had said this was not your fault and yet despite that, you cannot help but feel Fyre is trying to guilt trip the two of you a little. It irritates you slightly but before you can tell her this, Green suddenly blurts out, "Do you need our help or something? We need to go back anyway since Amber's Pokemon are kinda tired and--"

You shoot him a glare that causes him to take a step back as Fyre turns and is all but beaming happily. "What a thoughtful cutie you are," she chirps as she claps her hands together, "I certainly wouldn't mind the company, if you'll have me. And maybe... hmmm..."

Fyre's head tilts to the side in thought for several seconds as you feel like she is appraising the two of you for something before she says, "Green, what are the chances I could convince your girlfriend to let you be a mean little trainer for a while? One who intercepts me on the way to my meet-up and then just simply ravishes me when I can't fight off your Pokemon!"

Both of your jaws drop. You find yourself sputtering as Green stands there with the look one has when their brain has locked up and they are waiting for it to reboot. It seems you will have to be the one who answers for your "boyfriend" at the moment.