Security Guard with the host

The military style guard walks in with a shackled pokegirl at his side. You are shocked to see her, a beautiful young girl. 5'2" tall with large, bold eyes and gorgeous stark white hair running down to her shoulders. White cloth straps drape over her shoulders, holding her top up and barely reveal her soft, B cup breasts. Her skirt and white socks are lace and frilled, flowing freely around her pale thighs.

Based on her size, hair coloring and general vibe, you venture to guess she is Fairy type.. Her wrists are bound by the braces and her throat is strapped by a special black neck collar to restrain any potential moves. She looks to be freezing cold and clearly very scared as she is escorted past you.

You are speechless and don't say a word as the guard begins attaching the braces into the slots of the C600 machine. The cold machinery happily accepts the "client" as it latches onto the braces, raising the platform up. The guard dusts his hands off as the machine leans back and her body lay in the shape of an X with her looking up at the ceiling, struggling to get out.

'She.. she is going in this thing??' you finally break your silence and reveal your shock. The guard simply shrugs and nods yes. He might have seen this many times before, but you sure haven't. 'Why is she going through this?'

The guard slightly laughs at his own response before even uttering it. '.. the same reason any of them go through conditioning.. some tamer paid a lot of money'. You desperately look through your Dex and try to find details about this pokegirl. 'Who.. who is her tamer? Fairy type shouldn't be HP trained, it doesn't make any sense they can't tank, there isn't a strategy that uses high HP..'

The guard raises an eye brow and stands a bit defensively. 'Listen.. you know we can't share who the tamer of the Training Services clients are.. we're not going to have a problem here are we son? You ARE going to initiate this program and will stop asking questions boy, is that right?'

You realize that you're out of line here and nod yes. 'Yessir, of course.' He takes a moment to look at you and gauge if he believes you. After a moment, he simply nods back and heads towards the exit of the room. 'Good to hear, all the specs are in the objective on your Dex. I expect there won't be any issues..' he reminds you as he walks out, the door shutting behind him.

Through all of the sounds of whirring engines and machine parts, you can start to hear her sobbing. You run up to the platform and look at her, eyes closed tight and scared, her wrists are bright red where she is struggling to get out. The straps on her shoulder have fallen off in the struggle and her top begins slightly falling off. You stare for a moment at her soft body, your good nature concerns being overridden by something a bit more primal for a moment. You realize this is the first pokegirl you've ever been near and she is easily one of the most beautiful, even compared to ones you look at on the internet. She is scared and bound up with no one coming into the room for at least 4 hours. But she is also so pure, innocent looking.. you're not even sure she is old enough to battle - but then she must be if she was accepted into conditioning.

Your hand touches the side of her face as she braces, closing her eyes tighter for a moment before realizing that its a gentle touch. She turns and opens her eyes, big and bright - the color is almost golden as she looks at you. Your hand then moves down a bit, from her cheek to the inner side of her neck.. and it wants to keep going down.