No wonder it was feeling a little nippy, not only had it rained recently, but she had also left the house stark naked! With a yelp, Cynthia reflexively crossed her legs and covered her chest with her arms, sending her pokeballs scattering to the ground as she did so. As her heart beat rapidly, she furiously tried to remember last night's events. How did her pokeballs get so scattered and leave her so addled that she forgot to even put on underwear before going to sleep!?
A small clicking noise sounded behind her, alerting the shivering champion to a new dilemma. "No, no, no!" said Cynthia, turning around and furiously working her door's handle, only to find that it had locked her outside. "This can't be happening!" she wailed.
A dull clink then sounded behind her again, in the direction of the town center. Cynthia wildly turned around again only to find that her pokeballs had begun to roll down her lawn to the stairs to the center of town! "Oh no!" she yelled, sprinting after her beloved pokemon. But as she reached the stairs, her foot slipped in a puddle, causing her to slip and sending her spinning and toppling down the stairs, finally coming to a stop as she rolled on her side at the bottom.
"Ugh..." she groaned, slowly opening her eyes and sitting up from the ground. Fortunately, she hadn't hit her head or anything important, and all six of her pokeballs were right next to her.
Unfortunately, there was a fairly large group of people right in front of her, some of them with cameras.
"Aah!" Cynthia screamed, quickly covering herself once again, but not as quickly as the first camera flashes that went off. She knew what they were: it was a group about to tour the local ruins of her town. She herself helped out these tours on occasion, but now Cynthia had just provided them with an exhibit of her own.
"Cynthia!" the tour lead gasped. "W-What happened?"
"Hello, um," Cynthia spoke, doing her best to keep it together. "I, well... I accidentally locked myself out of the house, like this. And then I slipped, and, here I am now?"
"Okay, just wait right here, I'll go get a locksmith," the guide replied, speeding off for help.
"Wait!" Cynthia called out. "What about me...?" her voice drowned out, as she realized she was stuck without a stitch in front of several strangers.
"That's the Cynthia, right here, like this?" a man spoke.
"What do you think happened?" asked another.
"I don't know, but it does look like our lucky day!" a woman said.
Cynthia had to do something. Turning back toward them and doing her best to protect her modesty, she asked "Could I get some help? Maybe borrow a jacket or something, please?"
"Yes, of course, no, wait, what, why?" the group erupted into chaos, and converged into a huddle. Cynthia could not make out what they were whispering in their hushed voices, but it didn't sound good. Eventually, one of them turned back and spoke, as if being their representative.
"Of course we'll help, but we'd like you to do something for us to make this trip a little memorable, all right?"
"S-Sure," Cynthia replied, dreading the worst and hoping it was all just a dream.
"We'll happily give you some clothes, but first you need to-"
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