You're taking a short nap in your bedroom, trying to escape the blistering summer heat, AC blasting, when you hear a loud knocking at the door to the house. You try your best to ignore it and breathe a sigh of relief when it stops, until a few minutes go by and you start hearing rocks hitting your bedroom window and someone yelling

"Hey {{user}}! I know you're lounging about in there! Stop whatever you're doing and come outside! It's time for our daily rematch, and this time I just know I'm going to wipe the floor with you!" You hear a loud, energetic voice outside your door.

"Hmpf!" the voice huffs in reply, clearly not buying your act. "Alright fine, suit yourself! But just remember who'll be here to challenge you when you finally get your tired little butt out of bed, ya hear?" There's a short pause before the rocks begin raining against your window again. "Come on Jacky-boy! You know you can't keep me waiting forever!"

Nemona plops down onto her haunches, folding her arms beneath her ample bust and tapping one pointed earring against her chin impatiently. Her orange eyes glint mischievously in the bright sunlight as she continues to wait...

You catch sight of the black haired girl with vibrant orange highlights and eyes glaring up at you through your window, her expression defiant even as she rolls her eyes at your taunt. "Don't be a baby, Jack," she says with a snicker. "I'm not going anywhere. I've got time to spare." Crossing her arms beneath those generous breasts of hers, Nemona leans forward on her hands and continues to grin at you expectantly, the movement causing the muscles in her toned arms to ripple slightly underneath her skin.

Nemona raises an eyebrow as she hears you mimic her words, giving you another amused smile. "That's the spirit!" She says in that same sarcastic tone, but with a hint of excitement beneath it. "I can tell you're just dying to get out there and show me what you've got." The orange-haired girl pauses for a moment, her gaze shifting away from your window as she looks around the yard, apparently deep in thought about something. But before you can ponder further, she suddenly snaps back to attention with a small nod, seemingly having made up her mind about something. "Alright then," she says brightly, pushing herself off the ground and darting out of sight without any further warning.

A few seconds later, there's an energetic rap on your door once again. "Alright Jack! I know you're in there now!" Nemona shouts gleefully. "Let's get this show on the road, alright?"

"Hey!" Nemona protests indignantly. "I'm not little! And I'm your rival remember? That means you should at least pretend to respect me a liiiittle!" Her voice becomes mockingly sweet as she continues, tone laced with sarcasm. "But since you're being such a poor sport about this whole thing..." She suddenly pauses, adopting an exaggerated thinking pose before perking up again and grinning deviously at the door. "I guess I could just come in through the window instead!" With that, she focuses for a moment, her hand forming into a fist as she mutters something under her breath. In a flash of orange light, she disappears from view outside the window, only to reappear moments later with an agile hop inside your room.

"Ta-da!" She says with a bright grin and a jaunty salute, landing neatly on her feet in front of your bed. "You can't keep me away from my rivalry battles that easily!"

"Hey," Nemona says with an exaggerated sigh and a shrug, "you're the one who insisted on being so stubborn about this." She glances around at your bedroom for a moment before her gaze settles back on you. "Fine then," she says reluctantly, a hint of resignation in her voice as she climbs up onto your bed to sit beside you. "We'll do it your way." With that, she reaches out and shoves a lock of black hair behind one ear, revealing the reinforced elbow guard she has on her right arm. "Ready whenever you are."

That earns you an arched eyebrow and another amused smile from the orange-haired girl beside you. "You're shy now? Really?" she says teasingly, leaning in closer as if to get a better look at your face. "I find that hard to believe." Nemona's voice takes on a slightly playful tone as she continues, "But since it seems like you really need some privacy..." She pauses, tilting her head to the side as if considering something before slowly sitting up straighter and giving you another nod. "Alright then! Let's step outside for a bit. But just remember," she adds with a mischievous grin, "you can't keep putting me off like this every time."

With that, Nemona slips gracefully off the bed and turns to head towards the door, pausing only to look back over her shoulder at you with an impish expression on her face.

While you're digging through your drawers, Nemona plops down on your bed, propping herself up on one elbow with her tail flicking lazily back and forth behind her. "So," she begins casually, stretching out the vowel of the word to emphasize that she's taking her time and isn't in any particular hurry to leave you alone just yet. "What do you plan on wearing today? Something flashy or something more subdued?"

She quirks an eyebrow at you, watching as you rummage through your clothes, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, come on," Nemona protests with a roll of her eyes, "you know I can't help but be nosy sometimes!" She grins, though there's no malice in it; more like amusement at your expense. "Besides," she continues, motioning vaguely to herself, "I'm your rival. It's kind of my job to make sure you don't get too comfortable." There's a brief pause before she adds with a sly smirk, "And who knows? Maybe I can even give you some advice on what looks good while we're at it!"

She watches as your cheeks darken even further at her words and tries not to laugh. Nemona is used to having this effect on people; she finds it both amusing and a little flattering at the same time. But right now, she decides to let you stew in your embarrassment for a moment before speaking up again. "So, what's it gonna be?"

The orange-haired girl laughs heartily at your reply, throwing her head back as she does so and revealing her straight white teeth and pink gums. "Oh, you are something else!" she says between giggles, still unable to keep the amusement from her voice. Once she's finally composed herself again, Nemona turns to face you with an impish grin. "Fine then," she says cheerfully, "you win this round."

With another quick salute, the young trainer stands up from your bed and starts wandering over towards one of your open drawers. Without waiting for an invitation, she begins rifling through its contents, pulling out various items of clothing as she goes. "So," she says casually, not looking up from her task, "how about I pick something out for you?"

Her tone implies that she fully intends to choose something rather revealing and maybe even provocative, just to keep you on your toes. After all, that's just how Nemona rolls.

As she continues searching through your drawers, Nemona lets out a small huff of laughter at your reply. "Tch," she says playfully, waving her hand in the air dismissively as if shooing away an annoying insect. "You're no fun." She pauses for a moment before adding with an evil grin, "But I guess that just leaves more room for me to tease you later, then!"

Her eyes scanning over the various articles of clothing spread out on your bed and floor, Nemona eventually settles on what she thinks would look best on you. With a mischievous smirk, she picks up the chosen item - a pair of black boxer briefs with bright orange accents - and holds it up in front of her face as if weighing its merits against some invisible standard. Satisfied with her decision, she walks over to where you're sitting on your bed and extends one arm towards you. "Here," she says brightly, the word sounding more like an order than an offer. "You should try these on."

It seems that even though Nemona likes to tease and provoke you into reacting, deep down she still cares about how you look in some strange twisted way...

The orange-haired girl watches as you slip on the black and orange boxers with interest, unable to hide the hint of a smile that plays across her lips. Even when she sees your somewhat obvious arousal beneath the fabric, Nemona maintains her composed expression, looking you dead in the eye as if daring you to make something of it. "There," she says casually, as if complimenting your attire were the most ordinary thing in the world. "That's much better."

Taking a step closer, she studies your features for a moment, her gaze lingering on your eyes before traveling down your nose and resting on your lips. The look in her own eyes intensifies as their focus shifts to where you were most likely wishing it wouldn't be; the movement causes an almost imperceptible tightening in her chest that she doesn't bother hiding. With a final nod of approval, Nemona takes another step back, giving you some much-needed space.

"There," she says again, seemingly satisfied with the way you look now, "that should hold you over until we can get to our real battle, hm?" There's an almost challenge in her voice as she speaks these words, as if daring you not to live up to your reputation.

Nemona cocks an eyebrow, seemingly amused by your attempt to assert dominance over the situation. "Deal," she says with a nod, grin spreading wider across her face. "But if you lose...?" She pauses dramatically, leaning in closer so that her words carry more weight. "...let's just say I might have something special planned for you." There's an undercurrent of excitement and mischief in her voice as she teases you with the possibility.

"Now," she continues, stepping back again and stretching her arms overhead, "shall we get this show on the road already?" Her gaze flits from your face to the doorway and back again, anticipation clear on her features.

With a satisfied grin, Nemona takes one last look around your bedroom before following you out the door and into the hallway. "I think it's only fair that we have this battle outside," she says with a dramatic sweep of her arm, indicating the sunny day beyond the window. "After all," she continues, eyes narrowing slightly as she focuses on you, "it would be a shame for such a fine looking champion to lose their sparkle indoors." Her voice takes on an almost seductive quality as she speaks these words, the double meaning hidden beneath her casual tone.

Padding over to your side, Nemona tilts her head curiously, studying you from this new angle. "Now," she says, voice lowering slightly, "shall we begin?"

Nemona nods, motioning for you to get into position as she retrieves her first Pokémon, Lycanroc. It's the same one she always uses in training, but there's no doubt that it's incredibly powerful and well-trained. "Beginning now!" she announces, throwing a Poké Ball outward. There's a flash of red light and the unmistakable shape of her Lycanroc materializes, growling as it stands before her.

With another small nod to you, Nemona steps back slightly and gives the signal for you to begin. "Lycanroc!" she cheers, watching with keen interest as your Pokémon emerges from its ball.

With a look of determination on her face, Nemona readies herself as she sees your Swampert appear. Her Lycanroc begins to circle around it cautiously, snarling as it sizing up its opponent. "You've got yourself quite the strong Pokémon there," Nemona comments. She adjusts the strap of her battle-worn Poké Ball bag on her hip before continuing, voice loud and clear even over the sound of the fighting Pokémon. "Let's see how well it holds up against my trusty Lycanroc!"

She lets out a battle cry as she throws a hard jab at your Swampert, hoping to catch it off guard and land a solid blow before it can retaliate.

With a deafening splash, your Swampert's attack collides with Lycanroc's body, sending the canine Pokémon flying backwards several feet and causing it to skid across the dirt before coming to a stop just short of falling over. Nemona lets out an impressed grunt as she watches her furry companion struggling to regain its footing, clearly shaken by the water attack but far from defeated.

She draws in a deep breath, ready to counterattack when Lycanroc finally manages to steady itself once more. "That's what I like to see!" she exclaims, her voice tinged with pride and excitement as she anticipates the next move from both trainers.

Eyes narrowed to slits and ears perked forward, Lycanroc lunges toward your Swampert with surprising speed despite the previous hit. It's not powerful enough to score a direct hit on the massive turtle, but it manages to deliver several glancing blows that send swirls of dirt into the air around them both.

"Not bad," Nemona admits grudgingly, watching as her Pokémon continues its assault. She knows that she'll have to be careful; Swampert is much more powerful than Lycanroc and could easily defeat it if it doesn't play its cards right. With a determined grin on her face, she takes a step back, readying herself for an opportunity to strike when it presents itself.

With a small huff, Nemona turns her attention back to the battle at hand and focuses on giving Lycanroc new orders. "Okay, Lycanroc," she says through clenched teeth, "use Rock Tomb!" Her orange eyes gleam in the sunlight as she watches her canine Pokémon charge forward again, this time readying itself to launch a volley of small stones at your Swampert's armored body.

She lets out a small growl of frustration; it seems that Jack isn't making this any easier for her than he needs to. "Don't think I didn't hear that, you know," she says under her breath, mostly addressing his earlier comment and partly to distract herself from the tension of the fight.