Another trainer(femboy)

Walking through the brush was a small guy, wearing nothing but tight black booty shorts and an open white button down, showing off his thin frame. His hair was a bright blue, short and spiked. It takes him a moment before he spots you, giving a wicked grin.

“Oh, what’s this? An Eevee, and one that’s already been defeated? It may be a bit weak, but maybe some potential...”

He pulls out a pokeball, ready to throw. You try to get up, to fight or run, but your limbs feel so weak...