I groan as I wake up, the heat of sleeping with three Pokémon proving to be too much for me. I struggle to shove the giant rogue monkey off before crawling over the nine tailed fox. When I'm finally in the clear I stumble my way over to my suit case where I pick out an outfit for the day.

I pair crisp black pants with a thin black tank top and black heels, I then lay the outfit out before heading to the shower and freshening up. I feel myself become anew when stepping out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my body before proceeding to dry and style my hair into an elegant up do. I then do a light make-up job, before putting on my clothes.

With my look complete I put away my dirty clothes and pull out my Rotom laptop from my suitcase. I make sure to order room service before sitting down at a simple table seated near the large floor to ceiling window that shows off the city of Hilbury. It's a busy little city, I could always settle down here. Nessa has already offered me a modeling contract or if I preferred a management position, but as tempting as that is I want to crush my father.

And the only way to do that is by gaining a position in the Pokémon league. I open the laptop and have Rotom do a city wide search for apartments in Wyndon on one tab as I send my application to the Pokémon league recruiting department under Leon's management tab on another. When my application is sent, I browse through news articles. Most of it is tabloid shots of Nessa picking me up from the airport. The headlines stating 'mysterious person' but the comment section is blowing up with comments, pictures, and links to my work in Kalos.

Room service arrived not too long after I closed the sixth article I scanned, I dish out the pokéfood careful to avoid Zarude's aggressive food behavior. When everyone has been served I sit back down at the table and filter through Rotom's real estate suggestions while sipping the coffee I ordered.

Living in Wyndon is more expensive compared to the living of other cities in Galar, the only placethat compares is Hammerlocke. Thankfully I was a responsible teen Pokéstar and didn't splurge my earnings on pointless things. Granted I have spent quite a few pokédollars on outfits, but that came with the job. My savings should last me rent until my application can be reviewed, but even still I should establish an income in case things don't pan out the way I want them to.

So until I know for sure, I'll base myself in Hilbury and assist Nessa with her fashion line. I've done modeling jigs before back in Kalos and the whole reason I know Nessa was when we went to the worldwide Poke Fashion convention under sponsorships.

Meeting Nessa was probably one of the few highlights of my career as a Pokéstar, given the fact I didn't particularly enjoy my work as much as the public thought. Nessa and I became quick friends and whenever we were just a region over from each other for work we'd meet up, have a night out to the local clubs or a shop till you drop marathon. We were all over tabloids for various reasons whenever we'd meet up, neither of us can particularly control ourselves when we're together.

There's a small chime coming from my pokédex and with a small glance I laugh as the devil herself makes herself known. I smile down at the text to meet up, most likely to go out shopping since it's so early. Perhaps she'll bribe me for a night out on the town if she's sly enough. I shot back an agreed answer before closing my Rotom laptop to let him rest and gather my Pokémon into their pokéballs.

I shuffle about through my suitcase digging for accessories to make my outfit have a little more dazzle to it since I'm going to be making a public appearance. I settled with a three layered necklace, a handbag, and sunglasses to match. I stuff my wallet and two of my three pokéballs into the bag before making my way to the inn lobby.

It wasn't long before Nessa told me she had arrived, so I slid on my sunglasses and exited to the street where Nessa stood waiting for me. She herself dressed as any self representing model would in an aqua blue dress from her latest line and a faux fur jacket to add a dramatic flare. She too wears sunglasses to hide her sparkling blue eyes but with the way she's dressed everyone would know who she is with just one glance.

"Bout time, (y/n)." she huffs jutting out her hip and mounting her hand on top of it. I scoff at her childish quip, "Don't kid yourself honey, you and I both know you took longer to get ready than I did," I smirk linking my arm with hers. "Says the one that can't stand an outfit that doesn't match her sunglasses." She muses, "Don't sass me on my fashion choices, you may make the clothes, but remember I was the one that had to make them popular." I hiss. Nessa's eyes shine with challenge, but I dare her to prove me wrong.

"You love my clothes," She smirks, "Because they're so perfect I don't have to worry about stringing together a look so they'd look good." I muse, "Clothes in Kalos are so detail oriented that they sell things in pieces, It's ridiculous how I spent hundreds of Pokédollars on one look then have to mix and match before it actually becomes wearable." I grunt.

"I guess you're in luck than love, clothes in Galar are more focused on convenience than detail, but they're just as stylish." She chirps, "So is that our plan? Reestablish my entire wardrobe to be Galar appropriate?" I question in a hum, scanning the shops as we walk down the street with linked arms. "I'm thinkin' we get our nails done, then do a little shoppin'?" She thought out. "I'm at your disposal until I hear back from the league." I muse, Nessa gasps and whips around to face me. Her eyes shining like blue diamonds at the thought of me being her new play thing.

"So we're definitely goin' clubbin' tonight?" she gushes, I flinch at the thought before sighing with a nod. "It's ya first night out in Galar right?" She asked, "Yep." I nod popping the 'P' at the end as something in a store window caught my eye. "Then we definitely have to go to Hammerlocke!" she gushes, shock spears down my spine at the thought.

"I just got here Nessa and you want to go to a whole other city for one night?" I groan, "Com'n (Y/n), please? I can even introduce you to Raihan." She begs. "The gym leader?" I snort, "What business do I have with a gym leader?" I grunt, pulling her along the street to avoid being swarmed if we stay still too long. "Raihan is one the most broadcasted Gym leaders in the league. Not a lot of challengers make it to Raihan, so people get pretty eager to see him battle, not to mention his battling style makes him super entertaining to watch. His social networking is almost as good as yours." she describes.

I pause at the thought, almost as good as mine? "He's super popular on the Pokégram and has contacts all the way to Kanto! I honestly think you two could match well." She hums, I scoff and roll my eyes. "Nothing good will come from that, Raihan sounds like the type to broadcast and show off his lifestyle. I've never been one to do that, even when I was trying to be a Pokéstar. If Raihan and I tried to match, he wouldn't be able to get the validation of being able to show me off because I'm a private person." I sum up.

Nessa's face twists in thought before she sighs, "I'll never understand how you're able to think that deep and that far into a situation." She sighs. "Comes with the job," I muse, pulling her into a store. "But for the sake of our friendship, I'll let you drag me to Hammerlocke and meet this Raihan person." I sigh, releasing her arm to stand in front of her, I send her a small smile as her eyes practically have stars in them. "Brilliant!" She gushes pulling me into a hug, I stiffen up but bare through it, "Now we have to find you the perfect dress! Tonight is goin' to be your social debut into the Galar social circle!" She grins clenching her fists close to her face in determination, her eyes shining with stars. Oh boy...

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