Distracted

You try to hurry, walking with a pace and trying not staring at the stranger and more obscene scenes that flood the streets. Still, you can’t help as you watch pokesubs fighting and fucking in the streets, or the bizarre and erotic bound trainers used by others, assumingely as payment for lost matches.

Somehow you make it barely molested to the red light district when you pause to decide your destination. This pause is extended when you see a familiar form from before, the Femboy crier. He was hanging from his wrists chained to a light post above him as two Femboy Bulbasaurs whipped him from behind, their Futa trainer holing their leash and mocking the crier for being so pathetic.

You thought for just a moment of intervening to stop his public torture and humiliation, when suddenly a click around your throat stopped all thought. You turned just in time to see who locked the heavy metal collar around your throat, em realizing your night was about to get a whole lot worse.