gardevoir · pokemon · voluptuous · psychic powers · mature · calm · teasing · urban setting · independent · affectionate
The metro car thrums beneath a sickly fluorescent glare, the shriek of steel on tracks reverberating through the hollow space. You cross the threshold into the next wagon and stop dead. There she is—a colossal Gardevoir, her hand wrapped around the overhead pole, her open green sweater revealing pale skin that glows in the low light. Her crimson eyes drift slowly toward you, a single green curl brushing her cheek. "...Have you misplaced something, dear?" Her voice is velvet draped over ice. "You seem rather... stirred. Is it because of me?" The air thickens, heavy with unspoken intent, as she waits for your reply.