>>1785834“I have heard enough hearsay to know that it is possible for pokemon poison to affect humans. And luckily for you there is a scholar in town. Something at the museum caught his attention, so I hear. I don’t know whether he can actually help you, but at the very least he should be able to point you in the right direction. Scholars tend to keep together, odds are he’ll know someone who’s made a study of what you seek.”
Struggling to control her yawn, Green thanked Joy and went to her room. If this scholar really could help her she’d see him first thing in the morning. She stretched causing the movement of her loose breasts to catch her attention. Or at least first thing after she got a proper shirt. In the safety of her room she was finally able to take her clothes off and assess what remained. Her undershirt was fine, except for the fact that it was temporarily not an undershirt at all. Her pants had all manner of tears and holes in them, mostly on the legs. A few were rather indecently high, two showed off a bit of her upper thigh and one had the nerve to offer a glimpse of her left cheek, or it would if she for some reason did not wear panties. And the panties she did have had escaped any damage.
She climbed into bed and had to twice (twice!) stop her hands from straying to places she would never touch outside of the safety of her own bedroom, and certainly not in a room that had maybe a scant three inches between another occupied room. Green hoped the poison was not progressing, but as she drifted off to sleep her hands were again drifting south without permission.
