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“Best… friend?” you ask hazily, still feeling dizzy from being knocked to the ground.

“That’s right! It’s been FOREVER since a challenger showed up! Err, well, since a girl challenger showed up, at least. Boy challengers visit all the time, fucking bastards. I’ll kill them someday, ahaha.” Awkward laugh is awkward. “Anyway, I’m sure we’re going to get along great! I feel a real connection with you. Maybe you don’t know, but I’m a psychic, so I know what I’m talking about. I mean it. An inseparable bond will form between the two of us, just you wait and see!”

This conversation is moving WAY too fast. And she’s still pinning you to the ground with her nose literally touching yours!

“Uh… personal space?” you ask meekly.

“Oh! Is this no good? Y-Yeah, maybe I came on a little strong.” She stands up and helps you to your feet. “So what’s your name, best friend?”

Up close, you can’t help but notice just how tight this girl’s clothes are. She’s wearing a pitch-black bodysuit that covers her entire legs, but has no sleeves. On top of it, she has a red sleeveless jacket, and a tiny red miniskirt. Tiny enough that part of her bare ass would be showing, if not for the bodysuit underneath. It’s all latex, and it clings to her figure as if to show off how much cushion she has to offer in all the right places. Is this what guys mean when they say “thick”? Her clothes are so tight you can even see protrusions from her areolae, pressing resiliently through both layers of latex. And her boobs are not only big, they have this lewd teardrop shape going on, which you’d never know if not for how tight her suit is. The next most noticeable thing, besides her skintight clothing, is her pair of piercing red eyes. There’s no more time for gawking though. You should answer the most normal thing that’s come out of her mouth so far.

“I’m Emilia.” As soon as your name leaves your mouth, you swear you can sense severe, impending danger unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

“Nice to meet you Emilia!” she sputters, as if zealously blurting out the answer to a question. “Wanna hang out? There’s a movie room in the Gym. Let’s go watch a movie!”

She grabs your wrist and starts tugging you along until you interrupt.

“Wait! I’m not here to watch a movie. I need to go find Sabrina. I have to challenge her to a pokemon battle and get a badge.”

“Oh, that’s all you’re here for?” she asks lightheartedly. She rummages around in her back pocket, which is surprising, considering what she’s wearing shouldn’t even have pockets. Even if it’s not too revealing much skin, this girl’s outfit is still too lewd…

“Here you go!” she chirps. “I’m Sabrina. Hehe, sorry. I should have introduced myself sooner. Here, have a Marsh Badge!”

She holds out her hand, and there’s a simple-looking badge. A yellow circle, with another yellow circle inside of it. That’s the Marsh Badge alright. And she’s just… giving it to you?

“Hang on! You can’t just give me a badge! We have to have a battle for it! Why would you just give it to me for showing up?”

“Cuz you’re my best friend, silly! If you want something I have, then of course I’m going to give it to you. Your happiness is my happiness! Isn’t that natural between friends?”

“But we just met!” you argue. “That’s not the right way to do things. Gym badges are important! You’re supposed to earn them.” You have never felt more like Professor Stump in your entire life. You sigh.

“Aww, you don’t have to be so uptight around me, Emilia.” Hey, wait. You don’t like the energy she’s putting into saying your name. She sounds way too excited to say it. “Like I said, we’re going to be best friends! I have so many things I want to talk about. I’ve been waiting since, well… forever! But okay. We can have a battle first if you want.”