A boy

Pocketing the letter you straighten your tuxedo and smooth your hair over. It feels a little odd not wearing some form of headgear, but tonight is special. You're dressed to impress and prepared to take on your fellow accomplished Trainers... on a different sort of battlefield. For some time you've admired the various ladies you've encountered over the course of your journeys - graceful and refined, passionate and perky, sultry and alluring. Many a fantasy you've had over these sexy women; caressing their soft features, kissing down their shapely figures, having your way with them as they moan your name while their boobs bounce in your face. The thoughts make your loins stir as you walk through the door into the open gardens.

Although the gardens were already considerably impressive with their ancient statues and crafted hedge mazes, the bells and whistles added for the party add another touch of sheer class. Glinting lights in the shapes of Pokemon - Starmie, Lanturn, Chandelure - line the topiary, bridge and makeshift structures constructed for the evening. The sweet scent of spiced wine fills the air, emanating from the fountain in the center, evidently rigged specially for the night of relaxation. Around, you hear the sounds of clinking glasses and exchanged pleasantries, and from afar familiar faces catch your eye. Indeed, anyone who's anyone in the Pokemon world is here tonight for a good time... just like you. You take your time, casting your gaze through the clusters of people.