Yes, but first a night of rest

You can't wait to wipe the floor with Blue, but your fight is scheduled for tomorrow. Meaning you wont need to feel bad about spoiling yourself with a nice hot bath and a good night's sleep at the local pokemon center. You have to admit how dirty your clothes have become after traveling through the forest and sneaking past all those bug catchers. Fortunately, you have picked up quite a lot of experience in navigating the back alleys to avoid unnecessary fights and challenges. Most trainers simply do not lurk in the back alleys. Looking around you take in the impression of trash cans, empty bottles and all kinds of litter, underlined by the musky smell of stale piss and wet dirt. You really don't want to stay here any longer than necessary. You have almost arrived at the pokemon center, when suddenly a guy comes bolting out of a backdoor right in front of you, just to keel you over by bumping right into you. Before you even know what is going on, the guy wearing dark clothes and some kind of face mask has run of! "Stop police!" A blue-haired police officer in a short skirt runs past you in pursuit of the masked man. You may be lying in a heap of filth, but your vantage point allows you a brief glimpse of cute, pink panties under that skirt.

What a day... Now you really need that bath! This is disgusting, you think, as you get up. There are just a few dozen meters left to the pokemon center, so you soldier on towards the promise of a bathtub and comfortable bed for the night. Of course, checking into the pokemon center for the night doesn't cost you anything as a registered trainer. You hand over your pokemon for treatment and head to your room, with nothing but relaxation in mind. You perform the undignified strip tease familiar to everyone headed for a bath, tossing your clothes into the washer on the way. You get the bathwater adjusted to a nice temperature and start running the bath, but decide to step into the shower for a quick rinse first. You need to wash off the worst of the back alley grime. Yuck!

Finally, you sink into the hot water, feeling the water rise up yor legs, over your hips, up your stomach making your tits float in a cozy sea of goodness. You lie back to reflect on your journey. Thinking about why you wanted to become a trainer, you close your eyes to sort through your thoughts. It's because of Blue, the bullying asshole who kept telling everyone that he was going to become 'the very best, like no one ever was'! The jerk who got everything handed to him and never had to face consequences, because he is Oak's grandson. Somebody needs to put that jerk in his place. Your fingers uncontiously trail the piece of steel locking your cunt away while you think of your defeat. How could you lose to him? Why does he have to be so mean?

You make sure to set your alarm, before you fall into your bed and sink into a night of dreamless sleep.