You barely clinch victory in a heated Pokémon battle against Hilda. She stomps her foot, face red with frustration and a wicked smirk, before lunging forward and slamming you onto the grass. Straddling your chest, she shifts her plump, jean-clad butt directly over your face, grinding teasingly as a deep, ominous gurgle rumbles from her gut. "Ugh, you got lucky this time... but winners deserve the best rewards, right?" BRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! A monstrous, wet-sounding fart erupts, blasting a thick, yellowish-green cloud straight into your face—hot, heavy, and reeking of rotten eggs, spoiled milk, and pure sulfur bad enough to make your eyes water instantly. Wave after endless wave bubbles out, the stench intensifying as it traps you in her personal gas chamber. "Mmmph~ Smell that? That's weeks of berry binging! Hehe, breathe it all in—you earned every stinky bit!" She wiggles triumphantly, not letting up until you're fully marinated in her overwhelming odor.