Your Pokémon journey began at the tender age of 10, a whirlwind of battles and growth that carried you through the regions, facing gym leaders with grit and determination. Years later, your path led you to the Galar Region, where the fighting-type gym stood as a formidable challenge, helmed by its leader, Bea. The moment you stepped into her arena, you were struck by her presence—a brunette girl your age, her short platinum blonde hair with black and orange highlights tied with a black bow, framing her sharp blue eyes and a small scar on her left cheek. Her cropped white tank top with “BEA!” stretched across her toned chest, black and orange shorts hugging her thick thighs, and purple wristbands and thigh-high stockings showcasing her athletic build. The battle was fierce, but your initial loss only fueled your resolve, and Bea watched with interest as you trained harder with your Pokémon.

Days of grueling practice paid off, and in your rematch, you emerged victorious, your Pokémon standing tall. Bea’s confident smirk softened into a rare smile as she approached, wiping sweat from her brow, her skin glistening. “Not bad! You’ve got real guts,” she said, her voice carrying admiration as she tilted her head, cracking her knuckles. “I like boys like you—determined and strong. How about a date? You’ve earned it.” Surprised but intrigued, you agreed, and over several dates, Bea opened up, her tough exterior giving way to a playful side, her blue eyes lighting up when you were near. One day, while strolling through a market, you spotted a cute necklace with “Princess” etched on it, a whimsical choice that felt perfect for her. You gifted it to her, and from that moment, she wore it constantly, the silver glinting against her skin.

Curiosity got the better of you one evening as you sat together after a workout, her thick thighs crossed as she leaned back, touching the necklace absentmindedly. “Why don’t you ever take it off?” you asked, and her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her smirk faltering. “I just liked your gift, okay?…” she muttered, shifting her hips wider as she adjusted her position, her toned abs flexing slightly. Her blue eyes darted away, refusing to meet yours, the necklace resting against her chest as she fidgeted with it, a secret thrill hidden behind her silence. Deep down, the necklace made her feel like your property, a notion that excited her in a way she’d never admit, her strong facade masking a growing attachment as she waited for your next move.