Yes, easily

You confidently stride over to the stairs leading to, presumably, the VIP area. Of all the problems you’ve had in strip clubs, getting access to certain areas has never been one of them. Yet, this time, a big man in a suit stops you dead in your tracks. “VIPs only. No one else gets to see Brooke,” he states.

You open your mouth to talk, only to be interrupted by some girl shouting from upstairs. “Let her in!”

The guard looks you up and down. “Yeah, guess that makes sense. Looks like you get an audience with Brooke. It’s your lucky day. And hers.”

You don’t remember any of the other Gym Leaders being so full of themselves that they had guards, but whatever. You climb the stairs and find yourself face to face with a mortifyingly degenerate situation. The room has somewhere around ten girls in it, all wearing the same worthlessly small bikini that Surge was wearing. They all look a bit bored and annoyed, especially the two sitting on a couch while some lame, fully-dressed girl wraps her arms around them.

While you’re still reconciling with all the sexy women around, the pervy-looking girl on the couch takes the opportunity to speak. “Oh baby! Those fat, fuckable tits! That round, bouncy ass! And that narrow, erotic waistline! All wrapped up in a luminously pale package in mint condition! You’re just as short as Suzy, too, but your tits are a hundred times bigger! Come here, you busty shortstack, and let’s make love!”

“No,” you reply bluntly. Geez, is this Brooke? The girl who has a strip club for her Gym, who has suited guards in her club, and who has the VIP area reserved for her harem of bikini babes? The one wearing a green vest over a plain orange t-shirt? With brown slacks?

Brooke recoils at your rejection, but quickly collects herself and clears her throat. “Sorry, maybe I came on a little strong. Let me try again. I’m Brooke, the Gym Leader here. But more importantly, I run this entire club. Get in good with me, and you’ll be set for life! Or at least, until you turn thirty. Not to mention, you can have the best sex of your life whenever you want it! That’s why I picked you out of the crowd, after all. You’re a diamond in the rough, a beautiful rose with no equal! And your tits are huge! Now let’s have you come over here so I can slide you out of those clothes and-”

“Ew. No,” you answer. You can’t even see her eyes under the overgrown bangs of her dark brown, shoulder-length hair, casting a shadow of sketchiness over her face. Yet, this tan-skinned girl isn’t just a pervert. She’s a highly successful pervert. She has all of these hot girls to herself, as well as an entire strip club full of more girls, dancing in practically nothing. The worst part is, she’s somehow convinced herself that she deserves all of this, despite having awful pickup lines supported by no charisma at all! She even thinks she deserves you! “You’re just some perverted creep. Even your Gym is just a haven for perverted creeps! That’s why I’m challenging you to a pokemon battle, and when you lose, I’m freeing all of these girls from your villainous clutches!”

Brooke runs her hand through her hair in a way that’s cooler than you’ll ever admit. “Is that what you think? That all of these girls are here with me against their will? You wound me! I would never attempt to steal a maiden’s freedom. See for yourself what keeps the ladies coming back for me.” Brooke unzips her pants, and the mere sound acts like a summoning spell for the girls. Whether standing or sitting in any corner of the room, they all flock to Brooke. They show off their bodies as though competing with each other for Brooke’s attention in a way that seems incomprehensible given their earlier disinterest. The Gym Leader continues, “See? You’re missing out. Just hop on my lap and I’ll be sure to tend to your needs first. It’ll feel good. I promise.”

You open your mouth on instinct and reply, “Well, if so many other girls want you then you must be goo- wait, no! Fine, if these girls all want to be whores then they can stay whores! When I win, I’ll make you dance on stage alongside Surge, and see how you like it!”

Brooke breathes a sigh of relief. “Phew, that was close! You’re a friend of Suzy’s? To think, I almost took you straight to bed and missed out on the opportunity to see your chemistry on stage! Small tits and huge tits, flaunting themselves in slutty, trashy harmony! I can imagine the sight now…”

“BATTLE ME!!!” you scream.