Security Guard with the host

The military styled guard walks in with a rope bound pokegirl at his side. Remy is shocked when he sees her. She was a beautiful young girl, though it could be hard to place a number since pokegirls tend to age more slowly. 5'2" tall with large, bold eyes and gorgeous long purple hair running down her shoulders. She struggled as the guard **** her down to the ground.

Based on her size, hair coloring and general vibe, Remy ventured to guess she is Fairy type, maybe even Psychic.. Her wrists are bound by the braces and her throat is strapped by a special black neck collar to restrain any potential power moves. She looks to be freezing cold and clearly very scared and angry as the guard preps the machine.

It is uncommon for Remy to be speechless but that was his state as the guard lifted her back up and began attaching the braces into the slots of the C600. The cold machinery happily accepts the "client" as it latches onto the braces, raising the platform up. He dusts his hands off as the machine leans back and her body reclines into the shape of an X, her looking up at the ceiling as she struggled to get out.

"She.. she is going in this thing??" Remy finally breaks the silence and reveals his shock. The guard simply shrugs and nods yes. He might have seen this many times before, but idealistic Remy sure hasn't. "Why.. but why is she going through this?"

The guard slightly laughs at his own response before even uttering it. "Heh, heh.. the same reason any of them go through it.. someone paid a lot of money".

Our adventurer desperately searches through his Dex and tries to find details about this pokegirl. "Who is her Trainer? Is she Pyschic, Fairy, er.. maybe Ghost type? They shouldn't be HP trained, it doesn't make any sense they can't tank. There isn't a strategy that uses high HP.. She's gonna get hurt!"

The guard raises an eye brow and stands a bit defensively. "Listen.. you know we can't share who 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 you WILL stop asking questions boy, is that right?"

The authoritative tone makes Remy realize that he is out of line here and nods yes. "Yessir, of course." The soldier takes a moment to look at him and gauge if he believes it. After a brief pause, 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 the defeated technician as he walks out, the door shutting slowly behind him.

Through all of the sounds of whirring engines and machine parts, the sobbing begins. Remy runs up to the platform to her, those large eyes are now closed tight and scared, her wrists are bright red where she's been struggling to get out. The straps of her top runing off of her shoulders.. He stares for a moment at her soft body. Remy's good nature concerns become overridden by something a bit more primal for a moment. This is the first pokegirl he's ever been near and she is easily one of the most beautiful, even compared to ones he would ogle at on his pokedex late at night. She is scared and bound up with no one coming into the room for at least two hours.. But she is also so pure, innocent looking.. he's not even sure she is old enough to battle - but then, she must be if she was accepted into conditioning.

Hands softly touch 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 grows deeper as she looks up. The hand temptingly moves down a bit, from her cheek down to the inner side of her neck.. and it wants to keep traveling.