A ray of concentrated, red light wisp back into the pokeball you're holding; a heavy sigh hanging on your lips. "You did good, Charizard." With the defeat of your tried and true companion this battle is conclusively over, Lusamine has won. The arena feels so quiet now, as moments ago it was filled with a excitement of battle and competition.
"Good work, Milotic!" Ecstatic with her victory, the Aether President recalls 'The Tender' pokemon and gives you slight nod, "you did really well too!" Her calming, motherly tone nurses your wounded pride. Victorious, she playfully places her manicured hands at her hips in a satisfactory manner. "Welp, a deal is a deal!" Lusamine releases her narrow waist before approaching, leaving a dozen feet or so of room between you two. "So what do you want me to do?" You tentatively ask while stowing your last pokeball.
Her soft expression slowly twist into something a bit more - predatory - for lack of a better word; verdant eyes narrow beneath their lids. "Follow me." You're led to an office, as it can be best described, an offshoot of her personal area; so tucked away that you didn't even see it before. The room is small, sterile and illuminated by a bright florescent lights, resembling a doctor's office more than anything. In the center a plush, white chair rest on a swivel, which Lusamine promptly takes a seat.
It isn't until now that you notice how, well-- she's fucking beautiful. Lusamine has blonde long hair with silver streaks that flows down to her slender thighs in a conical shape. She wears a white dress with a green diamond badge at the heart of it, black and white leggings that cling to toned, milky legs, and boots of the same color, with green soles; they have a slight yellow heel to them. Her fingernails are painted viridescent green, and as you come to find her toenails are too. Lumasine kicks a boot to the floor.
"They're not going to lick themselves." She licks her lips invitingly, wiggling painted toenails at you.