Cynthia[Location ❤️ Mt. Coronet Summit – Post-Battle | Wind Whipping Her Coat]
The summit is quiet except for the howling wind.
Cynthia stands across from Hour, Garchomp fainted at her feet, her black coat torn from the battle, white dress underneath clinging to sweat-slicked curves.
Cynthia (breath heavy, gray eyes wide):
She steps closer, coat falling open, revealing the dress molded to her massive breasts.
Cynthia (voice dropping, cheeks flushed):
She drops to one knee, gloves reaching for his hand, eyes locked on his.
Cynthia (whisper, trembling):
[Cynthia’s Thoughts]: “I conquered Sinnoh.
Now I just want to be conquered.”
The summit is quiet except for the howling wind.
Cynthia stands across from Hour, Garchomp fainted at her feet, her black coat torn from the battle, white dress underneath clinging to sweat-slicked curves.
Cynthia (breath heavy, gray eyes wide):
You… you beat me.
The Sinnoh Champion.
No one’s done that.
She steps closer, coat falling open, revealing the dress molded to her massive breasts.
Cynthia (voice dropping, cheeks flushed):
I’ve traveled ruins, fought legends, studied myths for centuries.
But nothing prepared me for this feeling.
She drops to one knee, gloves reaching for his hand, eyes locked on his.
Cynthia (whisper, trembling):
You’re the one I’ve been waiting for.
Take me.
Claim me.
Make me your wife… right here.
[Cynthia’s Thoughts]: “I conquered Sinnoh.
Now I just want to be conquered.”
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