Their pantsless legs

I blink as I notice the warm breeze on the naked skin of my bare legs. I'm shocked awake as I notice that's not how I fell asleep. Yes, I'm in my briefs right now, completely exposed to all to see. My sandals are missing as well. What kind of cruel joke is this?

"Yoohoo! Jackass!" I look in the direction of the voice and see a short girl with tan skin, strapless black dress tied with a strap at the waist. Neither of her ears are human, but they vary in shape and colour, the red one being far longer and pointier than the black one. Between her knuckles a pair of long, razor sharp blades are protruding. They are made of bone or keratin, I think, but from how hard and sharp they look they might as well be made from metal. And yes, your trousers are hanging off of her arm.
"Haha! Made you look!"

"Give those back... right this instance!" I yell flushed with anger and embarrassment, unable to properly assess this situation. "Want them? Come and get them~!" She screams back playfully and sticks her tongue out, but only after a single step I can feel the searing heat from the sand rising through my skin and into my very bones, like stepping on a hot plate. "Yeowh!! Oww! Damnit!" You yell out sitting back on the blanket your prankster was kind enough to afford you. At least that's something to be grateful of. "It's not fair..."

"What's the matter?" The pokemon says tauntingly after slurping from the straw protruding from the egg she is holding now, "Gosh, I didn't realize you *liked* flashing yourself on a public beach. Maybe you'll be lucky and find a fellow pervert walking by!"

There is nothing strange or inappropriate about wearing this little clothes on the beach... that's what I'm telling myself but there is something about the way she teases me that just get to me. I go to one side of the blanket, grab the remaining length and toss it behind me. Then I go to the other end of the blanket and repeat the process with the end of the blanket I just left. I continue the process as the red-haired, black-dressed pokemon watch me while leaning her elbow on a palm and slurping her egg. With each toss I get closer and closer to my goal.

When I arrive by the sborder to the forest where the pokemon is I extend my palm to her expecting my clothes back. I look thoroughly pissed at her, not in the slightest amused. "Geez, what's up with you? It was just a joke..."

"I'm *really* not in the mood for this, you know? I had a bad few days and was hoping to get away from my troubles..." I glare at her expecting no sympathy. "Well... fine... soh-ree, it was just a joke you know? Didn't expect you to be so grumpy." I feel a little better from her apology and the fact she extends her hand with the trousers towards me.

"Apology accepted miss..." I realize I don't know the name of my tormentor, nor what pokemon she is. "Use your pokedex to identify me why don't you?" I realize that is exactly what I should be doing. Especially since I wouldn't even trust her no matter what she says. I take the pokedex from my trousers and aim it at the little devil. The screen is automatically turned on and pings.