Morning? Smart move. If Maylene’s gym isn’t full, perhaps you’ll even get more alone time with the barefoot fighting genius.
As you ride your bike to Veilstone City, the thoughts of Maylene’s feet cloud your vision. What would they smell like? The taste? Ooh, how good is she at wiggling her toes?
Careful. If you don’t lower your horniness, you’ll find yourself stuck in brambles.
Eight minutes later, and you’ve made it. You secure the bike as you enter Veilstone Gym.
It’s pretty empty, all things considered. No one’s occupying the rings, not a single locker is open, and you can bet the weight machines aren’t in use. It’s a ghost town. Or ghost gym, rather.
“You’re early, aren’t you?”
Maylene’s voice, and coming from right behind you. As soon as you turn, you find yourself looking down at her feet. Her unpainted toes tap the ground, as if they’re inviting you to kiss—
Focus! You’re about to blow this whole thing. Say something to the woman. You look way too nervous.
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