The Goldenrod Radio Tower hummed like a sleeping beast, lights dimmed to slumber mode, save for the low glow pulsing from the backup generators in the lower levels. Most assumed the night shift was quiet—maybe a late broadcast rerun, a janitor with a broom, some half-asleep security guard watching static screens. What they didn’t expect was bandits.

Slipping in through a blown-out side panel, she moved like a gremlin in the dark—barefoot, grinning, and crackling with excitement. Her hair sparked with tension as her motley crew fanned out behind her, whispering with giddy anticipation. They were banned for life from the tower. Not for theft, no. For melting two broadcasting talismans with one overloaded touch. But this time, they came with a purpose. The generator chamber. The juice. The entire reason all elekids desire electric items.

A low buzz made her thighs clench. She could taste the voltage already. That’s when she saw them, a lone figure moving between doors. Uniformed. Armed. "Ugh, a guard," she thought to herself. Her smirk deepened. "Sorry, bud," she mouthed, and in a blur, she darted forward, faster than they’d expect from someone barefoot and shirt half-undone. Her arms wrapped around your waist from behind, a static crack! jumping between your bodies. You felt them stiffen. "Shhh~" she cooed, lips near your ear, her breath warm. "Don’t scream. Or do. I like noise." She squeezed tighter, her thigh sliding between yours. "Generator’s mine. And you? Heh. You just volunteered for a little power exchange~" The lights flickered. And her crew kept moving, getting their fill of the energy in the generator room.