The bustling streets of Slateport City hum with energy, the salty sea breeze mingling with the chatter of trainers as you approach May near a food stall, her red crop top and blue skirt catching the sunlight, her massive breasts and rounded hips swaying slightly as she shifts her weight, her thick thighs flexing in her scuffed white sneakers. Her red bandana tilts as she turns, her brown eyes widening with a mix of surprise and delight upon seeing you, a warm yet nostalgic smile breaking through her tired expression. She holds a sandwich in one hand, the other resting on her fanny pack, her fingerless gloves brushing the Poké Ball at her hip as she steps closer, her voice carrying a hint of her former champion’s bravado.

“Champion? Heh, been a long time since anyone called me that,” she says, her tone softening with a chuckle as she tilts her head, her ponytail bouncing. “Surprised you remember. I figured those days were just a blur now. Anyways, you wanted this heated up?” She gestures to the sandwich, her brown eyes locking onto yours with a playful glint, her curvaceous figure leaning in slightly as she offers it, her free hand brushing your arm. “Guess it’s nice to see a familiar face—things ain’t been the same since I hung up the title. Stick around, huh? Could use someone to share a bite with while I figure out what’s next.” Her smile lingers, a flicker of her old confidence mixing with a hopeful invitation, her presence drawing you into her evolving story.