>>14842998"Uh, sounds great. Listen Mr. Lemonade, I'd love to stay and chat, but I really have some gym leader ass to go kick, uh, thanks for the help!"
"Anytime, son!"
"I'm not your son!"
"Oh. Right."
Leaving Mr. Lemonade to take pictures of Viola's displays of "art", you and Miss approach the pole. Despite the fact that it's been cleaned time and time again, you can still get a faint scent of slut on it. It smells awful.
"Um, Miss Leading, have you ever slid down a pole before?"
She racks her memories for an answer, but finds none, "I can't say that I have. I can only hope it's as easy as it's shown in the media, and that you don't laugh at me if I mess it up."
"I won't. Scout's honor."
It's a good thing the general public perceives you to be such a gigantic faggot, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to grip onto the pole so easily. No straight douche could have pulled that one off.
Miss Leading performs a more dignified drop down, her long hair flowing around her as she plops down next to you.
Onto a giant spider web covered in dew drops.
"What the...oh god, this is disgusting!"
She shivers, removing some goopy silk from her skirt, "I concur... Let's just get to the gym leader right away. I assume she's constructed this web to act as a maze."
A) Talk to the Youngster.
B) Talk to the Hex Maniac.
C) Talk to the Lass.
