Lots of them

After taking a few more minutes to recover from your loss, you rise to your feet and give your friend a proper greeting.

“Sam, I missed you! I wanted to tell you I became a pokemon trainer, but I had no idea that you-” Samantha steps forward and wraps you in an airtight hug like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Dying. You’re dying.

“I’m so glad to see you too, Emilia! Say, where are you going? Maybe we can go together!”

“I’m going to die,” you croak. She releases you with a chuckle. “Sorry about that. I was just so excited to see my best friend ever! So, where to?”

“Saffron City,” you reply, your poor lungs still trying to catch up with everyone’s sudden tendency to stuff your throat with dick or squeeze all of the air out of you.

“Perfect! That’s where I’m headed too. Let’s go together!”

Samantha has joined the party!

A lot of trainers with untrustworthy expressions challenge you along the way, but with all of your pokemon unable to battle, both of you are **** to decline. Apparently, trainer rules state that if you’re unable to accept a challenge, you have to exchange contact info so you can battle at a later date, and that includes a photo for recognition. And so, every trainer you meet while travelling to Saffron winds up with pictures of you and Samantha covered in cum. Lovely.

At the start, you and Samantha are scowling and fuming for every picture, infuriated with this rule that neither of you were aware of. But the walk is long, tiring and lined with tens of trainers, and by the end you’re both begging people to let you off the hook, **** not to end up in any more photos than necessary. Not a single person gives you reprieve, but those at the end of your travels end up with much more pitiful and **** looking pictures than those at the start.

Exposure Gained: +5 (Those pictures will surely stay private… right?)

You finally arrive in Saffron City, night already descending on the sky. You decide you should turn in for the night and continue things tomorrow, so you and Samantha hunt down the Pokemon Center. You’re thankful that you’ll have a different, hopefully nicer nurse to stay with this time, but your stomach drops as you step inside and see a familiar pink-haired woman wearing an even more familiar smile.

“Welcome, Emilia and company, to Saffron City! One hardly has to wonder what activities you two have been partaking in.” Why is she here? Wasn’t she in Cerulean City?

Samantha whispers in your ear, “Is she a friend of yours?”

“Uhh, something like that,” you mutter under your breath.

“My, gossiping about me already? Well, just follow me to your rooms and you can chat about girls and boys all you want once you’re situated. Oh, and you can shower too, if walking around covered in cum wasn’t a stylistic choice.” Rude.

The structure is laid out identically to the one in Cerulean City, so it’s not too surprising when she leads you upstairs to the guest rooms, with every room in exactly the same spot as you remember. You hadn’t really taken note before, but Nurse Joy is rather tall, about as tall as most men you’d guess. Someone might mistake her for your guardian, watching the vertically-challenged pair of you and Samantha follow her around, but judging from her appearance you’d guess she’s only a few years older than you. As you keep walking, Samantha voices an idea.

“Hey Nurse, do you have any rooms for two? Maybe me and Emilia could share~!”

Nurse Joy stops dead in her tracks, her back still turned to both of you. A slight tinge of malice seems to fill the air before she replies, “As interesting as that sounds, no we do not. Just follow me to your rooms.”

You arrive at Samantha’s room first, though you’re not sure how this wound up being the first room you arrive at considering it’s tucked in the very back of the building, away from pretty much everything else. “Enjoy your stay!” Nurse Joy sings as she slams the door in Samantha’s face.

To your surprise, Nurse Joy then brings you to a room in the very same spot as your room in Cerulean. With the number of guests she was handling there’s no way she remembered exactly where you stayed last time, so it must just be a coincidence. Also, you’re certain you passed this room on the way to Samantha’s, so why didn’t she just show you to your room first?

“Have a pleasant stay, and do be responsible with your bukkake fetish. We only have so much soap in the building, after all!” Well, there goes the thanks you were going to give her!