Keeping your promise

Feeling surprisingly well rested after a comfortable sleep in the basic but pleasant private room, you head out for some breakfast.

The stares and whispered words continue, but it feels somewhat less intense than it did yesterday evening. You can't tell if it's actually less menacing than before, or if you're just gradually getting used to it.

You have half a mind to skip the documentary filming you agreed to. Sure, you might not be able to use the membership card any more, but you got one free night's stay out of it, and as of yet the only image of you that exists wearing this slutty outfit is owned by that clothing shop clerk, and not on national TV.

On the other hand, the thought of having to share bunk beds with strange men for the rest of your hostel hopping days fills you with dread. And now that you're stuck wearing sluttier and sluttier outfits until you defeat Blue or Sabrina, quitting isn't an option. You're on this path, for better or worse.

So no, you need that membership card. Which means you need to brave the cameras and show the world the new Amber, the slutty Pokemon trainer.

Shortly before noon, you find yourself approaching the address provided on the business card. It's a large building - it almost looks like a Pokemon Gym from the outside, but without the Pokemon themed decoration you'd expect for that kind of thing.

The large double doors slide open as you approach them. A very long reception counter spans a large width in front of you, with a single female receptionist sitting behind it, in the centre. Everything is a shade of silver, feeling very modern and clean. She looks up at you, and you move to introduce yourself, but she's already raising a hand and pointing to her left.

"Studio 1." She says simply.

She seems slightly... grumpy?

You can't help but worry that the reason for her attitude, and the reason she was able to identify you without needing you to speak, is, well, what you're wearing, condom roll and all. You still have yet to come across anyone who's looking quite as slutty as you are. You find yourself blushing as you scuttle off in the direction she's pointed.

The door isn't difficult to find - a short way down the hall, there's a big door with a huge star in the middle, with the number 1 in the middle. You push it open, and enter the studio.

"Sweetie, darling, you're just in time!" The well dressed gentleman is visibly elated to see you. His voice is warm and welcoming.

In the studio with him, is an entire camera crew, and one other Pokemon trainer. Another young woman, in fact. With long brown hair in exotic pigtails, and a similarly voluptuous physique bursting through her weirdly tight clothes, she could be your sister. The only big difference between you, other than hairstyle, is that while you are wearing skimpy denim shorts that expose parts of your buttcheeks, she is wearing a small yellow microskirt. Still, she looks measurably less slutty than you, because despite her thighs being lewdly on show, most of her legs are covered by solid black stockings, and she doesn't have a roll of condoms visibly tucked into her waistband.

You're still the sluttiest woman in the room.

The cameras are pointing at a small, well-lit stage, with a giant digital screen behind it. Currently, the screen just has a pattern of pokeballs on it.

The other young woman looks at the unused condoms dangling from your shorts, and then quickly looks away, with an energy that feels like disapproval.

But after a moment of hesitation, she begins to approach you with an outstretched hand, preparing to introduce herself.

The well dressed man interrupts her.

"Just one moment. Let's leave the introductions for once the cameras are rolling. This show is all about getting to meet the youngest, newest Pokemon Trainers on the block. An authentic introduction is exactly what we need."

" Oh, okay..." It's a bit awkward to be about to introduce yourself to a stranger and then be told not to, so now the other trainer is just standing there awkwardly.

"If you would both please sign the release forms, and then get up on the stage, then we can get this show going, and be done by lunch!" The man says cheerfully.