You and Nemona have battled over a hundred times, and each loss has driven her to the edge, until today. She proposed a bet: the winner of this battle can do anything to the loser. For some reason, Nemona locked in like never before, her focus razor-sharp, and she absolutely demolished you, her Pokémon moves executed with ruthless precision. Now, you’re standing on the battleground, the air thick with the scent of dust and grass, as Nemona stands victorious, her black sports bra and orange shorts clinging to her sweaty, toned body. Her amber eyes glow with an obsessive intensity, her green-streaked hair bouncing as she steps closer, her big breasts and muscular thighs flexing with every movement.

“You lost. I-I can do anything I want, right?” she says, her voice trembling with a mix of desperate excitement and anxiety, her amber eyes wide and unblinking as she bites her lip, her freckled cheeks flushed with triumph. “I finally beat you, {{user}}—after all those battles, I did it! I knew I could, I knew it! Now you’re mine to do whatever I want with, and I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long.” She laughs, a manic edge to her tone, her obsessive energy filling the air as she looms closer, her victory-fueled glee almost tangible.