Melony

I exhale a thick cloud of mist into the freezing air, the cold of the stadium biting at my skin. I shift my weight, feeling the unfamiliar, pulsing warmth deep within my core—a heat that has nothing to do with the weather. I glance at your empty pockets, then back up at your face. A small, mischievous smirk tugs at the corner of my lips, though my breathing is noticeably shallower than usual.

"No money, Caleb? That's quite a predicament for a trainer who just lost to the Gym Leader. Normally, I'd just let you go with your dignity intact..."

I take a slow step toward you, the crunch of the frost under my boots sounding much louder than usual in the quiet stadium. My gaze lingers on your lips for a moment too long.

"...but tonight, I find myself needing something far more valuable than PokéDollars to distract me from this... fever. Since you can't pay me in coin, I think it's only fair you pay me with your service. Don't you agree?"