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Following Gina’s directions, you come across the fence she mentioned. Also, you come across a tree. A great big tree, right in the middle of the entrance. What the heck is this doing here? Do they want people getting into their gym or not? You wedge yourself between the tree and the fence, just baaaarely managing to fit. Phew. As slender as you are, your various assets kind of counteract that, so it still ends up being somewhat difficult to fit through tight spaces.

Walking around to the front, you’ve finally arrived at the Vermilion Gym. You look up to see symbols of lightning bolts above the gym. What, is this Zeus’ gym or something? Oh well. You walk calmly into the gym, where your sense of calmness quickly meets its demise.

“Is there any reason you ladies can’t dispose of a little bit of trash!?” The room you enter is rather spartan, containing little in the way of decorations, or much of anything aside from a bare minimum of furniture. Oh, and trash. The middle of the floor is covered in garbage, as though a herd of animals had eaten in this room not too long ago.

Off to the side are three women standing against a wall, hands locked in salute while another woman lectures them. They’re wearing the same “uniform”, a camo bikini and matching camo thigh-highs, as the girls you saw last night. The lecturer is the shortest one there, her shrill voice matching her height very well. She wears a baggy green tank top, an equally baggy pair of camo pants, and a pair of dog tags sitting against her nearly flat chest. Her thick blonde hair, sitting in a short bob cut, looks about as tousled as bedhead can get. Is she… the Gym Leader?

“…or that won’t even be the half of it! Now get this place cleaned up while I greet our… guest…” Upon seeing you, her speech trails off and her eyes grow wide with fascination. She speeds over to you with purpose, then holds her hand up to her forehead and runs it over your head, measuring herself just a fraction of an inch shorter than you. Ha. She lost.

“Welcome to the Vermilion Gym. I’m Lieutenant Surge,” she says, an obvious hint of irritation in her voice due to measuring up short. “Are you here for a battle?”

“As a matter of fact, I am,” you reply, pushing your chest out proudly to ensure she gets a good look at your femininity. Another measurement in which you come out on top.

Obviously she gets the hint as she glares at you with fury. “Hey, hurry it up you dumb broads! I need that floor clean so I can mop it with another dumb broad’s face!”