Yes, fortunately

Samantha arrives at the dojo with you in tow. While it doesn’t compare to the gym, it’s still a pretty nice establishment with a large sign outside reading ‘Saffron City Dojo’. Well, it’s not like the gym’s name is any more creative…

Stepping inside, you see somewhere around 15 men in white karate uniforms, practicing various stances, punches, and kicks. Standing at the head of the class is, of course, the instructor. There stands a tower of a woman, easily meeting or exceeding the height of each of her tall male students, her blonde hair tied in a big, bushy ponytail. Her sizable tits jostle in her uniform with every strike, and if not for the bandages she wears wrapped around her chest, they would be plainly visible most of the time. With her face stuck in a perpetual frown, she’s kind of scary, and being over six feet tall isn’t helping things…

They’re all absorbed in their training and don’t acknowledge you or Samantha at all, so you decide to wait patiently until they’re done. Looking around the room, you can’t help but admire the results of the students’ rigorous training, such as their muscles, also their muscles, and then there’s… well, let’s put that aside for now. You also notice a cork board on one of the walls with many gold circles pinned into it. There’s at least two for every student here, maybe more… Haven’t you seen those things before? They look sort of familiar.

“She’s amazing…” Samantha says. You cock your head in question. “All these savage beasts, following her instructions to the letter without a single spoken order. She only needs to act, and they follow without delay. Isn’t it wonderful to see animals in their proper place? To see a woman in her rightful position as their handler?”

Right. Samantha’s opinion of men has always been… less than stellar. Still, you can’t deny that it’s nice to see one of your own in charge for a change. It’s a better example of “girl power” than you and Sam demonstrated earlier. “It’s not bad,” you answer.

Eventually, the female instructor speaks. “That’s enough for now.” She bows, and the rest of the class bows back in unison. “Take a short break. I have to tend to our visitors, two small, meek girls undoubtedly here to learn to defend themselves against the dangers they invite with how they dress. Especially the one who’s never heard of a bra.” She throws a sharp glance at you.

“That’s not it!” you both yell in sync.

“Oh?” The woman raises an eyebrow. “Then what can I, Master Kim of the Saffron City Dojo, do for you if not teach you martial arts?”

“Well, Emilia here-”

“We’re here to challenge you to a pokemon battle!” you exclaim. Master Kim folds her arms and nods. “Pokemon trainers, huh? I see… Very well. But know that I will not hold back a single ounce of my full strength! If you are weak, you will be crushed without mercy! You there, step forward!”

“Me!?” Samantha cries.

“Yes you, the redhead! Unless you’re not a trainer and you’ve simply come to waste my time?”

Persuasion Check: Passed!

“Nope, she’s a trainer! Show her your stuff, Samantha! Let’s make up for the battle against Andrew!” you cheer. Hesitantly, Samantha slips her shoes off and steps up onto the dojo floor to face Master Kim.