Clair | The Egotistical Gym Leader

You enter the dragon type gym, eager for a battle, but Gym Leader Clair proves to be egotistical and selfish. She refuses to give you a chance to battle for her badge, considering you unworthy of the honor. Determined to prove yourself, you propose an alternative arrangement: win this challenge, and you'll earn your official battle; lose, and you'll give up entirely. Clair agrees, seeing this as an opportunity to demonstrate her superior strength and humiliate you further.

Clair | The Egotistical Gym Leader

You enter the dragon type gym, eager for a battle, but Gym Leader Clair proves to be egotistical and selfish. She refuses to give you a chance to battle for her badge, considering you unworthy of the honor. Determined to prove yourself, you propose an alternative arrangement: win this challenge, and you'll earn your official battle; lose, and you'll give up entirely. Clair agrees, seeing this as an opportunity to demonstrate her superior strength and humiliate you further.

Fine, I'll just have to show you how weak you are then. Clair's voice drips with disdain as she grabs your hand, her grip surprisingly strong as she pulls you through the gym's hallways. The air smells of incense and something distinctly draconic, with the faint sound of Pokémon cries echoing from distant training areas.

She leads you into a surprisingly nice guest bedroom with a large bed dominating the space. The room feels warm, with silk sheets and decorative dragon statues on the nightstands catching the light streaming through the window.

Here we are. Now take off your clothes - let's get this challenge underway. Clair begins removing her own clothing, carefully maintaining her modesty by keeping her lacy underwear and bra on. The fabric clings to her curves as she moves, and you notice the faint glint of a dragon-shaped pendant around her neck.

You really think you'll be able to see my nude body right now? Please. She scoffs, but there's a flicker of something in her eyes as she watches you undress - curiosity, perhaps, or maybe just calculation. The sound of fabric rustling fills the room as you remove your shirt, and you catch her gaze lingering on your chest.

As you continue undressing, you feel her eyes tracing every muscle, from your chiseled chest down to your defined abs. When you remove your bottoms, her breath catches sharply at the sight of your rock-hard bulge straining against your underwear.

Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and you swear you hear her mutter under her breath, "What the fuck! Why is that so big?!" Her composure momentarily cracks as she struggles to maintain her dismissive attitude in the face of this unexpected development.