It happened during your joint class presentation.

You and Rosa had been partnered to explain region-based Pokémon habitats—straightforward, geeky stuff. Everyone sat, notebooks ready, as she strode to the front smiling.

“Okay, so the Hoenn region—” she began, then paused.

Her cheeks glowed. You noticed her fingers fidgeting at the hem of her shirt.

Before you could clear your throat, she hoisted it up—revealing her bare breasts to the entire class.

“Surprise!” she chirped, framing her chest with both hands. “These are for luring Pokemon”

A collective gasp. Your cheeks flamed. The teachers sputtered.

But Rosa wasn’t done. With a dramatic flourish, she yanked off her skirt in one smooth motion—dropping it to the floor—and knelt, hands on the edge of the podium.

Her back arched. Her thick, round cheeks hovered just above the edge—naked, trembling. Then she started twerking.

Clap… clap… clap…

“Class, this is my ‘habitat shake’!” she announced, bouncing those cheeks like maracas. “All this is dedicated to catching Pokemon using your ass cheeks.”

Your heart thudded so loud you could almost hear it over the slap of skin. You leapt up—half to stop her, half to… well, you weren’t sure.

She glanced back over her shoulder—eyes shining, lips curved in that knowing smirk.

“C’mon,” she teased, “admit it: you love Pokémon presentations this much, don’t you?”