You're just in time for the Pewter City Gym!

Back in your bedroom, you quickly pull on your lace-up tube top and leather hot pants, having spent far too much time naked today as-is. When you check the clock, you see that it’s evening time, and the Pewter City Gym should have just opened. Finally, some good news! Hopefully the Gym is a more enjoyable place to visit than the museum. You expected better from a place of art and culture, but it turned out to be one of the most perverted places you’ve visited yet! It was nice to see Grey again, but you could’ve done without being called a loser, or posing as the world’s most molestable statue. That place put the bar on the floor, so you’re sure the Pewter Gym will be a more tasteful operation. Actually, wasn’t Misty’s Gym the only one that was even mildly normal…? And that place had a giant tentacle monster underneath it. Well, i-it’ll be fine, right? This place is pretty small for a city, and it’s up in the middle of the mountains. There’ll probably just be a bunch of rocks inside or something. With completely unwarranted optimism in your heart, you set out to challenge the Pewter City Gym Leader!

You use your special ability of asking total strangers where the Gym is, but you’re beginning to lose confidence in this strategy. They all seem confident with their answers, but the more you follow them, the more you seem to end up in a… well… a “bad” part of town. Despite your skepticism, you eventually reach the Gym. This “Pokemon Gym” has all of its windows boarded up, and the building itself seems poorly maintained. Certainly the townspeople didn’t send you to an abandoned building, right? The only thing that convinces you this is your destination are some gaudy neon lights reading ‘PEWTER CITY GYM’, but the ‘M’ looks weird, kinda like a pair of legs… Wait, that’s lewd! How awful! You make up your mind to go inside and complain to the Gym Leader.

Constitution Check: Failed!

It feels like a flashbang goes off, assaulting your senses as soon as you try to step inside. For a moment, you stand catatonic in the doorway, trying to adjust to the sudden sensory overload. The next thing you process is a man just within the entrance, trying to get your attention.

“o…? Hello!? You coming in? I need to see your ID.”

“Y-Yeah, hang on.” You mindlessly fish out your ID and hand it to the man.

“Okay, head on in. Oh, and just so you know, you don’t have to dress like a stripper to get in. Enjoy your stay.”

You can’t honestly say that you processed what he said, though, since your senses are completely overwhelmed by your surroundings. Most of the Gym is poorly lit, with occasional strobe lights blinding you. Your ears are rumbling with a high-energy, electronic beat that already feels like it’s making you sweat. Then again, the oppressively humid air isn’t helping, either. You fan yourself as you tentatively step inside, looking around in order to better understand this Gym.

Around you are numerous tables with semicircular couches, while the far end of the building hosts a large, elevated stage. If the sudden change in atmosphere wasn’t enough to make your heart pound, the four hot girls, dancing on stage with hardly any clothes on, would definitely do the trick. You have a feeling the people occupying the stools, mere inches from the stage, agree. This is, undoubtedly, the greatest den of vice known to man: a strip club. And you hate strip clubs. If that museum was the enemy of all women, then strip clubs are the arch nemeses. You’ve spent far too many nights working at the club in Rifure Town, thanks to various lost bets, to think otherwise! You didn’t even get paid! You can still remember their cheerful voices saying, “Looks like it’s another night at the club for you, Emilia! Hope you’re ready to shake those tits on stage again!” Uuuugh… just being in this place makes you want to punch through a wall and hide under a rock simultaneously.

All you’re going to do is find the Gym Leader, beat them, and leave as quickly as possible. You’ll definitely ignore the stage. The stage. Where there are precisely four girls, dancing in nothing but lingerie. There’s one girl who kinda stands out though. She’s pretty short, and her microbikini is a lot more “micro” than the others… Wait a minute. She looks familiar! Who is that!?