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The sights, the sounds, and the huge gym in the center. This is Cerulean City! You’ve been here a few times before, but the sheer size of this place always catches you off guard. Rifure is still a budding town, but the mermaid attraction here in Cerulean makes it a tourist hotspot. You can hardly imagine why girls in shell bras would attract such a crowd…

With the sun setting into the evening, you figure it would be best to get settled in for the night. Get something to eat, some sleep… you want to be fully energized for your first gym battle tomorrow! And that’s when it hits you… you’re homeless.

Doing the most logical thing in this scenario, you call Professor Stump. “I’m homeless,” you say flatly.

She sighs. “You really didn’t do your homework on this whole adventure thing, did you? Pokemon Centers offer free rooms and meals to aspiring trainers. And you better appreciate it, too, because the money for that comes out of my paycheck!”

“A-ah… Sorry Professor…” Maybe you should actually read that guide of yours sometime. Stump gives you directions to the Pokemon Center, and you find it without issue, thankfully. Stepping inside, however, is a slightly jarring experience…

“Welcome! I’m Nurse Joy, how may I help you?” a woman with pink hair calls out from the other side of a counter. Looking around the lobby, you see numerous stretchers occupied by women in various states of undress, with many of them coated in male ejaculate. How vulgar! Before answering Nurse Joy how she can “help” you, you ask her why her establishment is filled with mostly naked women.

“It’s tough being a trainer out there,” she says. “Female trainers often end up screwed until they faint, so we rescue them when we can. You’ll probably end up like them too, and when you do, we’ll do our best to return you to safety! No promises though. If you’re buried in a back alley or something, we probably won’t find you.” She says it so cheerfully you’d almost think it was a game to her.

“Oh,” you reply. “I won’t be needing those services though. I’m here to become a Pokemon Master, not to get screwed.”

A disgustingly smug smile crawls across her face. “We’ll see~!”

“…But I’d appreciate some food and a place to stay.”

Nurse Joy’s face lights up. “Oh sure! I can take your pokemon so they can heal overnight, and I’ll show you to your room. Right this way!” She leads you upstairs to a pretty nice room, equipped with a bathroom, TV, mini-fridge, washer and dryer, and even a laptop. Looking in one of the cabinets you find some microwavable meals, and you worry that these are what they considered to be food. Fortunately, Nurse Joy swings by not long after with something to eat, as well as some unsolicited advice about sucking dick, which you immediately discard. The food is nothing to write home about, but it’s better than pre-cooked junk. Eager for tomorrow, you slip into bed and doze off.