A sudden intrusion!

There's a beep at the door, and the grubby man from the front desk of the hostel lets himself into your room.

"What the hell are you still doing here?!" He demands. "You were supposed to be checked out of your room two hours ago! And holy shit is that smell what I think it is?! It stinks of sex!"

You both shriek with embarrassment as he catches you both completely naked, and lying on the bed in positions that expose everything.

"W-what? What time is it?!" Belle squeaks.

"It's past noon!" The man growls. "And more importantly, you bitches have soiled this room! It's disgusting! Get out! Get out now! And you best believe I'm ever letting either of you stay here again! Go stink up Pewter City's gym or something! You fucking nasty skanks!"

"I'm so sorry." You sob. "If you could just give us a few minutes to get dressed, then we'll be on our way."

"GET OUT! NOW!" He yells. Women are rarely given lenience in modern society, especially not those who are labelled as trashy or skanky.

Squeaking with fear, and still muttering apologies, you quickly gather your clothes and belongings in your hands, and make for the door.

"Amber! The condoms!" Belle reminds you in an urgent voice.

"Fuck!"

You run back into the room and gather up all the used condoms.

"1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... and10." You count.

"You whores are fucked up." The man remarks, disgusted with your behavior. From his perspective, you're keeping those condoms for some nefarious perverted purpose. Which, you suppose, isn't too far from the truth.

And then you meekly edge your way past the manager, still naked as the day you were born, and into the lobby. There, you quickly clamber back into your clothes before someone sees you. Thanks to your hypnotism, you also automatically add the roll of unused condoms to your waistband, now significantly shorter thanks to last night's activities, and then you also automatically set about adding the five condoms that had been filled while inside your pussy to your shorts as well. When it's all said and done, you look just about as outrageous as a normal naked person would, as depressing as that is.

"You ready for this?" You ask Belle, holding out the other five used condoms for her to take.

"As ready as I'll ever be." She sighs. You can see her looking at your own appearance, reflecting on how disgraceful it looks, and knowing that she's about to do the same to herself. "This is bad, but it's not as bad as them sharing the footage of what we did last night."

"Those S-Waves or whatever they were have had a real nasty effect on us, haven't they." You say, audibly upset. "Whenever I get too horny, I just full-on lose myself. It's like, in those moments, I really am an airheaded bimbo."

"It's exactly the same for me." Belle agrees, as she fixes the condoms to the waistband of her yellow skirt.

"But we're not bimbos, right? I mean, we're not sluts." You say, trying to make sure it sounds like you're saying it with conviction.

"I mean, look at us." Belle gestures at the condoms. "Every single person who sees us will think we're sluts, no matter what we say. So for all intents and purposes, for the next week at least, we're bona fide PokeSluts. We might as well own it."

As much as you hate to admit it, she's right. There's no point trying to correct people while you look like this. It would just fall on completely deaf ears. For the next several days, people are going to treat you like disgraceful whores, no matter what. So there's no need to act prim and proper. You might as well remove any unnecessary pressure from the situation - for the next week, as long as it doesn't result in any even worse footage being shared digitally amongst the Pokemon Trainer community, how you behave is going to have very little impact on how people think about you, so you might as well just say and do whatever you feel like.

After the week is up, you can get to work slowly repairing your reputation.