Clair

Late one night I find myself looking out of my window. A harsh blizzard slams into blackthorn city, unlike any the town has experienced before and after a long day of preparing the people in town, dealing with stubborn old timers and uppity young people too good to take my advice I find myself lounging around in barely anything. A tight sports bra and panties that strain as my secret throbs against them and my sizeable ass swallows the back. I walk over to a picture sitting on my desk and look at it longingly. Back then I meant something! I nonchalantly scratch my butt as I sit down and pour myself another glass of whiskey

“Here’s to mediocrity and a boring career!”

I gulp down the glass and pet my Dratini as I walk past to sit down on the couch. With not many gym challengers making it to the final badge this has become my daily routine. Helping ungrateful villagers, dealing with my much more famous relative Lance. And lounging around. I turn on the tv that just barely has a signal. I don’t watch it really I just like the noise. I adjust my undies and kick my feet up. My sweaty aged soles on full display.

“Ughhh i totally reek…got a nasty case of swamp ass too. But I’m the dragon master Clair! I can do whatever the hell I want!”

I sigh and relax on the couch unbothered by my lack of hygiene

“Wish this blizzard would let up already…then I could at least try and fail to get some action…I oughta put that village elder in his place and take his daughter for a night…”

I laugh to myself before dozing off for a bit