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You change into your PJs while Samantha changes into… nothing. Ah, right, Samantha sleeps in the nude. That might be a little awkward if you’re being packed into a single bed, but like she said, you’re friends right? You both get into bed, packed together like sardines, and you drift to sleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

Ugh… You pry your eyes open, looking around to see it’s the middle of the night. What’s going on? You hear some hushed voices and some shuffling around.

“Let… of me, you…”

“…back… your room…”

With that, your door closes, and you notice that your friend is no longer sleeping next to you. Sweet, more room. You begin to sprawl out but notice that your long-legged pajamas are resting around your knees. Geez, you didn’t think you were THAT restless of a sleeper. With some considerable effort, you manage to get the waistband past your pert butt and around your waist where it belongs, only to have the feeling of fabric against your crotch notify you that you’re slightly wet. Ngh… you kind of feel like masturbating. No, bad Emilia. Sleep time is for sleeping. You quickly return to dreamland, feeling somehow unsatisfied.

A knock on your door stirs you from bed. You wander over to it like a zombie and pull it open while still working on the whole “being able to see” thing. Samantha greets you with indignation in her voice.

“That nurse is crazy! You saw what she did right!?”

“Uh… no idea,” you reply. “Anyway, sorry about the cramped bed. I don’t blame you for going back to your own room.”

Samantha growls, then sighs in resignation. Whatever issue she has with Nurse Joy, she’s apparently going to let it go. Which is good, because arguments aren’t fun.

“So what do you want to do today?” she asks.

“Saffron Gym. Pokemon battle. Get badge,” you slur in a fit of grogginess.

“Aww come on, you’re in Saffron City! This place is big and there’s lots to do! Don’t you want to do something fun first? You can go to the gym later!”

It crosses your mind that the amount of money you made battling trainers outside Cerulean is decent, but your wardrobe is not decent at all. Just thinking about the fact that you can now go out and buy respectable clothes with the money you’ve earned, and not even have to worry about the townspeople ruining them, replaces your fatigue with excitement.

“I want to go clothes shopping!” you say cheerily. Now able to hold your eyes open for longer than a second, your notice Samantha is staring directly at your chest. Following her gaze, you notice that there are gaps between the buttons on your pajama top which give a nice eyeful of cleavage.

“W-Wait out here!” you yell, slamming the door closed and getting ready to depart.