Jonathan's amusement

Dawn's eyes remained fixed on Jonathan, her face still burning with embarrassment as he walked towards her, his hands reaching out to pick up her discarded clothes. He gathered them up, his fingers brushing against the fabric as he folded them neatly, his eyes never leaving hers. The sound of her clothes rustling in his hands seemed amplified in the silence, and Dawn felt a shiver run down her spine as he held up her pink skirt, examining it with a critical eye.

Dawn's body trembled slightly as she looked up at Jonathan, her face burning with shame. He had won the bet, and now he was taking her clothes, her most intimate belongings. She felt violated, helpless, as she watched him carefully pick up her bra and panties and tuck them away in his bag. She felt a surge of anger bubble up inside her, but she **** herself to stay calm. She had lost the bet, and now she had to accept the consequences.

Jonathan turned his attention back to Dawn, his eyes roaming over her body once again. "Quite a beauty, aren't you?" he said, his voice low and gravelly.

Dawn's face burned with shame as Jonathan's eyes continued to roam over her body. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her as he took a step closer, his gaze fixed on her bare skin. She could feel his eyes on her like a caress, making her skin crawl. She tried to look away, but her eyes seemed rooted to the spot, unable to tear themselves away from the sight of Jonathan's leering face.

Jonathan's voice was low and husky as he spoke, his words dripping with satisfaction. "You know, I never thought I'd get to see the great Dawn, the Pokémon trainer, in all her glory," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Jonathan's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Dawn's heart sank as she realized what he was about to do. She tried to step back, but her legs felt rooted to the spot. Jonathan's fingers moved swiftly over the screen, the sound of the phone's camera app opening filling the air. He raised the phone, his eyes locked on Dawn's naked form, and snapped a picture.

Dawn's hand instinctively flew up to shield her face, but her eyes darted back to Jonathan, her gaze locking onto the phone still clutched in his hand. The screen glowed with the image he had just captured, and Dawn's heart sank as she caught a glimpse of her own naked form, her breasts and pussy exposed for all to see. The picture seemed to sear itself into her brain, and she felt a wave of shame and humiliation wash over her.

Jonathan chuckled, his eyes still fixed on the screen, and took a step closer to Dawn. "You should see your face," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "You look like you've lost your last Poké Ball.".

Dawn's eyes widened in horror as Jonathan's thumb hovered over the screen, his fingers poised to send the compromising photo to who-knows-where. She felt a surge of desperation wash over her, and she lunged forward, her hand grasping for the phone. "No, don't!" she pleaded, her voice shrill with panic.

Jonathan's eyes sparkled with amusement as he held the phone just out of her reach, taunting her with it. "Oh, come on, Dawn," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You lost the bet fair and square. You have to accept the consequences."