The Pokemon Center. Or maybe that store over there.

Again dressed in your tank top and skirt, you emerge from the city gate with a deep distrust for people named Ryan. Night coats the sky and sea salt fills the air, evoking thoughts of port cities and the various romance novels which frequently portray them. This is Vermilion City.

It’s time to head to the Pokemon Center! …After you look around a bit. Vermilion City is interesting and new, after all! You’ll just have to make sure you pay attention to where you’re going, so you don’t get lost. That should be easy with your superior sense of navigation, right? Never mind that, time to go window shopping!

Navigation Check: Failed!

You’re not lost. You’re just… lacking in knowledge of your immediate surroundings and where they are relative to the place you’re trying to go. That’s not lost. You just need to ask someone and then you’ll know exactly where you are. Though that’s easier said than done considering there’s not a soul in sight…

Just as you begin to curse your luck, two girls walk around a corner. Oh good, you can ask them for directions! …But not because you’re lost! You begin walking towards them, but you have to wonder… what’s the deal with these girls’ outfits?

The pair of them, one with blonde hair and one with black, are both wearing skimpy camouflage bikinis with matching camo thigh-highs. In addition, both are holding posters above their heads with black tally marks, the blonde’s showing 7 marks while the black-haired girl’s reads 5. What’s that about? And why are their bikinis so small? The bottoms are at least protecting their modesty – though not much else – but the blonde is so busty that if you look closely, you can baaaaaarely see…

“Uh, you mind not ogling me? It’s bad enough I get it from every guy in town, I don’t need it from some lesbian too.”

“Huh!?” you exclaim. Broken from your stupor, you notice the girls have advanced directly in front of you while you were busy gawking. You could swear you hear some kind of buzzing sound, but you put that aside as you clear your name. “I-I wasn’t ogling, really! But, uh, could either of you point me towards the Pokemon Center?”

The black-haired girl points in the direction you just came from while the blonde begins marching on ahead. Annoyed to see the other girl heeding your request, she turns around and says, “Come on, don’t bother with this chick! Don’t stop march- *OH!*”

Both girls drop their signs and double over as the buzzing sound from earlier becomes more prominent in your ears. You look on in awe as the girls stand frozen in place, seemingly concentrating a great deal. Ultimately, though, the girls fall to their knees and release long, pleasant-sounding moans. Several seconds pass in silence save some heavy breathing and the incessant buzzing. The girls then withdraw black markers from their thigh-highs, adding an additional mark to their signs with looks of shame.

The blonde throws you a glare as they both stand back up and continue marching. You still stand around for a bit, somewhat mystified by what you just saw. What in the world just happened? Well, there’s no use dwelling on it now. You have directions to the Pokemon Center. It’s exactly the opposite direction from where you thought it was. Just a minor setback, really.