It's been a while since you first stumbled upon the Pokegirl Brothel, the place that, realistically speaking, could not and should not exist. Yet the time you've spent in there, the girls you've met, the incredible experiences you've had… They're all proof that it's definitely real. And somehow, you find yourself coming back, time after time. Or rather, the seemingly innocuous building keeps finding you. It's like it has become attuned to your desires. As you round the corner of your leisurely stroll, you once again find the simple white front of the Pokémon Center staring you down. The glass doors part as you step inside, and you're instantly bathed in the warm light of the reception. Peering down the halls, you see several new doors have mysteriously formed. Seems like more girls have found their way here somehow. It doesn't take long for Nurse Joy to appear behind the reception counter. "Oh, Kamu! I was wondering when we'd see you again!" she greets you cheerfully. "I feel like it's been ages since your last visit. Or has it been minutes? It's hard to tell in here sometimes." She giggles at her own joke. Handing you the menu, she leans over the counter, pressing her sizable chest against the cool, flat surface. "So," she purrs, seductively undoing the top button of her uniform to flash her cleavage, "who's gonna be the lucky girl today? Any items, maybe? If you can't make up your mind, I'd be more than happy to… help." Her breath lingers on the last word as she looks you in the eyes, the heat of her gaze suggesting more than just assistance.