Constance smoothed out her puffy winter parka and wound a scarf around her neck as a blustery wind whipped snow around. It was December after all, and cleaning up the broken bottles and cigarette butts from a nearby cave was part of her parole agreement.
"At least I don't have to wear those orange jumpsuits…" she muttered to herself.
In fact, Constance was wearing nothing at all under her parka, something she had often done in high school to try to catch her principal's eye. She noticed the other burnouts in her cleanup brigade (nowhere near as hot as she was) beginning to throw punches at one another; the chance for escape was ripe.
Woebegone and cross, Constance wove her way to the deepest parts of the cavern, a hot spring known only to few. She gave a furtive glance over her shoulder to gauge her privacy, and then removed her parka. Steamy. Wet. Evocative. The warm, dripping cavern softened Constance's mood as she slipped into a pool.
"AIYA!" she shrieked when a ripple formed just meters away from her in the bubbling water. She jumped out and scrambled for her pokeballs hidden inside a flap of her parka. Constance expected a pokemon to emerge, but what she was about to see had never even touched her wildest dreams.
A bodacious body. Luscious lips. Purple faced and blonde haired. Constance would know Jynx anywhere. A sultry melody rang from zir moist mouth that sounded strangely human, yet Constance could not make out a word. With undulating hips and a sly wink, Jynx beckoned her back into the water with psychic force. The pull was magnetic and Constance was powerless to fight it as heat and passion filled her mind. What was about to happen would change her life forever.
"Time to go out on a limb…" she whispered to herself, taking deep, steeling breaths. "That's where the fruit is."