>>55235021>>55236058"...and anyway that was the dream I had last night, what do you think?" Clair finished, clasping her hands together and looking up at her cousin with an expectant expression on her face. A dream, she said. Lance sighed, regarding his little cousin with a mixture of pity and dissapointment. She was so laughably transparent at times.
"Clair...ancient Blackthorn customs? You know our Clan hasn't practiced those since the middles ages—and torture? I am Champion of this region, how could I ever do something so heinous, what is wrong with you?" He reprimanded her. He didn't even want to touch on the part about the Dragonite. Briefly, he wondered if it would be an abuse of his position to pretend this conversation hadn't just happened.
"W-well, it's just, Lance, you looked really cool when you were defending me and you slapped that bitch that had the nerve to hurt—"
Lance cut her off by raising his hand.
"Enough. I've seen the video—most league officials have seen the video by now. Your enthusiastic consent is more than evident throughout. Moaning, panting—you were begging at one point, Clair. Begging."
"But—"
"Now. It is none of my business what you, Bruno and Karen get up to in your spare time, but do not use a league facility next time. There was a complaint filed by the janitorial staff."
"But that bitch—"
"And please think about how your actions reflect on the Blackthorn Clan next time, Clair. Consider it a miracle this matter isn't being pushed further. That is all, dismissed."
Seething as she swallowed her words, she walked out of Lance's office, her face red. It wasn't fair! That bitch got to be an Elite 4 and work with Lance, even though Dragon types were way better and more powerful than Dark types and she was way stronger as a trainer. And now this!
"Looking a little red there, princess." Noted Karen smugly, poised on one of the chairs in the hallway. She winked at her, and Clair grit her teeth. She hated her life.
