Pokecenter Problems

Except for Nurse Joy, you are the only woman in the Pokecenter.

Male trainers of all ages watch you with unhidden desire as you walk up to the counter, and deposit your singular Pokeball onto it.

"A full heal, please." You ask politely, ignoring the stares.

"Ah, yes, of course." Nurse Joy says amicably, but also with a hint of awkwardness. "Um, and would you be liking the high-tech speed service, or the budget option?"

"The budget option?" You ask, confused.

"Yes, well, as you know, before the latest healing technology came along, we nursed our Pokemon back to health the old fashioned way, with food and herbs. It is just as effective, but does take a full 24 hours to recover your Pokemon. That option is completely free."

"Okay... But what about the normal way?" You ask. You were of the understanding that nowadays, Pokemon are healed in these centers within a matter of seconds, using special powerful machines.

"Well, our machine broke, and we couldn't afford to fix it, until the kindly gym leader here became our benefactor and funded its repair. But, well, he made us add an extra rule for trainers like yourself, in order to be allowed to use it."

"Trainers like me?" You ask, confused.

"Women." Nurse Joy clarifies bluntly. "In order for me to be allowed to use the machine on your Pokemon, there's a small little thing I need you to do first. You just, um, have to let me take a photo for the wall."

Nurse Joy points at the wall to your right. You hadn't noticed it yet, having been so focused on avoiding looking around at all the horny men. But now that you are directed to it, you see that the entire wall is plastered with polaroid photos of female trainers. Female trainers... with their rude bits exposed.

Hundreds of photos adorn the wall, each with a woman's face, most irritated, some frankly furious, and also several happily smiling. And below each face, clothing has been unbuttoned, or raised, or lowered, to expose the woman's breasts and nipples. And further down, more clothing has been pulled aside to expose their most private of parts.

It's a literally wall of young women flashing their tits and pussies for the camera.

But there's still some blank space on the wall. Some room for more.

"So, err, what will it be?" Nurse Joy asks awkwardly. You see that she's now holding a polaroid camera in her hands.