Perhaps it is time to step away from our heroine for the moment. Instead, let's follow the exploits of Mr. Sawsbuck and his tamer:
A young Ms. Cabernet (whose first name shall be withheld, due to her English name not being released at the time of writing) was a young dollymop, only recently selling her "wares" on the street.
Her first customer was a young Mr. Cilan (his first name, mind you - his English name has already been released.) He lured her and blagged her womanly flower. To add insult to injury, he left her crying, and never bothered to pay for his theft.
She decided to rebuild her life. Like many dollymops, she started carrying around a Pokemon for protection. But she vowed to have her revenge on Mr. Cilan - as such, she worked vigorously to strengthen her Pokemon in preparation for a duel with the dastardly dandy. She even captured a Deerling (Sawsbuck, in his youth.)
But on every encounter, Mr. Cilan utterly destroyed Ms. Cabernet. He would even go on to insult her further: "Back to the streets, waif!" or "Women do not belong on the field of battle!" and so on.
"That Cilan holds a Litwick to Giratina!" Cabernet told her Sawsbuck after her most recent encounter with Mr. Cilan. "I swear, he'll be the death of me if I can't best him."
Mr. Sawsbuck nuzzled the waif. He watched her remove her crabshells and let her lean against him for comfort.
"Oh, Sawsy," she said. "You are my daffy. And so is Dewott."
Ms. Cabernet rested on Sawsbuck's side. Sawsbuck gazed upon her peaceful countenance and licked her brow, as a way of a kiss.
And that made him think of the young lady, Stunfisk.
