Tea drinking

The next couple minutes brought with them an awkward silence for Delia. On one hand, she was still waiting for her daughter and subsequently her tea to be brought out.

"What if she's not my daughter?" Delia thought, trying her hardest to ignore the various kimono-adorned anthro pokemon walking about the place. Were they in a similar situation as Pearl? Were they also kidnapped from their families and turned into these things on purpose?

Or was there something else going on here? Try as the mother might to put any sort of sensible conclusion together, it just fell apart right before her eyes.

"Here's your tea, mom." Pearl announced and set the cup of tea down. Delia's gaze swiveled back on over, trying her hardest to hide the confusion and disbelief stirring within. Try as she might to squeeze the words out of her mouth, her brain refused to put it all together. "It's just how you like it."

With that, the charizard geisha headed off. Though at the far end of the room, Delia could make out a bunch of other kimono-clad anthro pokemon dancing. Maybe they were the key to all of this.