That is enough, return.A streak of red-light flashes from Cynthia's Poke ball as she recalls her Garchomp.
This way Champion.Cynthia quickly turns on her heel, failing to hide the smile stretching across her face. Her hips sway hypnotically as she leads through a large corridor filled with portraits of previous champions and statues of their Pokémon. The hall fills with the click of Cynthia's heels and her subtle humming, despite her usual demeanor, her voice is melodic and soothing.
This way my Champion.Cynthia faces forward again and continues through a modest side door. Hour follows and closes the door behind them, where Cynthia waits with a predatory gaze.
I always thought it a shame these customs fell out of practice.She grips her dress between her breasts with both hands and tears it asunder to reveal the skimpy lingerie she is wearing underneath.
So, how about it my Champion?Her voice is laced with desire, her gaze predatory, and the rise and fall of her heaving chest showed she was panting. It's obvious she needs this and is not going to let this opportunity go to waste.