Beatrice
The entrance of the ruined tower framed the verdant forest beyond its hallowed reach. From within, the view looked like an otherworldly painting of lush greenery and vivid life. On the other side, the entrance framed a world of rubble and stone far away from the serenity of the sun-kissed canopies. Connecting the two worlds were beams of light: sunlit honey drops dripping through cracks and rifts, feebly illuminating the shadow-caressed spaces. Similarly, a corridor of illumination poured from the entrance like a lush carpet of warmth. Nyx walked through the light, her movements strong and confident as she commanded the corridor much like a model commands a runway. Hands placed on her swaying hips, Nyx took each step with a dominating allure. She slowly walked forward, placing one foot in front of the other in such a manner that her legs scissored with each step she took.

As Nyx took another step further, the floor gave in and crumbled into the black oblivion below. The wrestling queen, ever agile, quickly jumped out of the way without losing her seductive cool. "Gonna take more than that to knock me down! Verdad, bebe?" She addressed her Incineroar, who'd been following her close by, with a bubbly charm to her full-toned voice. She followed her rhetorical question with a wink and a blown kiss, to which Incineroar reciprocated with a delighted growl. The wrestling duo was always ready to take on any challenge, and the tower, as ruined as it was, wasn't going to be an exception. Nyx had heard of a powerful Pokémon residing in the tower's upper echelons, and she, like the queen and baddie that she was, wanted to conquer the creature for herself. For that purpose, Nyx's eyes shone with devilish thoughts of strategy and ultimate dominance. She had already won the battle long before it began if her way of being, of walking, and of speaking was any indication of her strength in battle. Nyx hadn't even pondered the possibility of another trainer wandering the tower with the same intentions. Surely, she'd encounter an adversary, be it another trainer or her fated opponent, the Iron Moth.
Tina
_And oh, was that right on the money! There was no doubt that a fateful encounter lay at the ruined tower which withstood the constant changing of seasons and even time itself even with signs of decaying. Delicate fingers traced parts of the eroded inscriptions that filled the walls whilst hazel orbs tried as they might to decipher them, but there was no luck whatsoever. Though the brunette knew her history, there was no way she'd be able to form sentences with whatever was written, she wasn't qualified enough to, simple as that, not that it was her role to unearth their meaning, far from it. Yet, the seemingly nonsensical imagery that slathered said walls just above the aforementioned inscriptions invoked a sense of melancholy in the musician before her attention shifted towards the spiraling staircase, the only way towards the upper echelons of this place._

**Just earlier . . .**

_Having headed off the beaten path after her ears caught murmurs in the Sigford Mansion just the night prior of an aggressive eclipse of robot-like Volcaronas awaiting challengers just below the belfry of the ruined tower. With her curiosity piqued, Irene made haste towards the ruin, following a similar path to the wrestler that she was, unknowingly, fated to meet. Having just arrived at her destination after quite a bit of travel, the musician would enter the tower with her grinning Gengar floating by her side, only entering her shadow upon bringing the musician's attention towards the spiraling staircase, with an ominous aura hung just the floor above them. Yet, Irene was simply enthralled with mythical and bizarre murals along with the indiscernible words that were their descriptors, she got distracted yet again. _

**PRESENT TIME**

Once again, Irene's attention shifted elsewhere, this time to the loud clicking and clacking of someone's shoes, no? They sounded more like heels. Turning around in one smooth motion, her long hair would follow suit, moving as gracefully as the musician did. Her inquisitive eyes immediately fell towards the confident trainer who walked with dazzling magnetism, just what was she, a model? Not quite. Soon as the brunette examined their features from head to toe, a playful half-smirk formed on her now chipper face. Given their larger frame, the wild, scandalous outfit and her partner, her brain would take a gander at a few guesses, before settling on one. There's only one reason why someone this extravagant would show up in a place so derelict, no doubt about it.

"You're here for the same reason I am, aren't you~?"
Beatrice
"Oh~?" 

Irene caught Nyx's attention with her playful proclamation, causing the scantily clad wrestling queen to shift her full attention. She did so smoothly and quickly, causing her blonde and fiery tipped mane to whip with stunning allure. In her usual confident manner, Nyx walked towards Irene. She returned the favor, eyeing Irene up and down with a roguish smile as she fully closed the distance. Using her superior stature to its fullest, Nyx leaned forward with her full seductive and bubbly charm at work. She was, to put in simple words, showing her body off in full display. 

"Maybe I might be lookin' for a fight against a certain moth~" Nyx spoke in a honeyed voice, deep in its tone yet filled with enticing energy. She began to circle Irene, inspecting her further with a devilish gleam in her gaze. She suddenly leaned over again, this time speaking from behind in a captivating whisper. Her lips moved slowly, taking her sweet time uttering her words of seduction. 
"Or maybe I'm out looking for a cutie like you~" Nyx brought a certain tension in the air, one that emanated from the domination force of her allure. Yet, Nyx quickly did away with that intense air with a cute yet full toned laughed as she circled back to Irene's view. Between the way she acted, her beauty, and outfit, Nyx was putting up a show that would short circuit any unsuspecting person crossing her path, gender regardless. Incineroar, accustomed to her trainers flirty and energetic nature, waved at Irene's Gengar in a nonchalant manner. 

"Now tell me, cutie, what's your name?~"
Tina
_Hazel orbs remained fixed on the wrestling queen in all her glorious allure, even as their wild hair whipped back and forth, her swaying hips moving like clockwork, only making the slightest adjustment by looking up as soon as the towering wrestler stood in front of her, greeting their roguish smile with an amused one of her own and even letting out a low whistle upon seeing the wrestling queen's body in full display, her eyes were now closed as she awaited Nyx to conduct her inspection. Though, she saved her usual witty comments for later, especially when she took in their seductive tone, especially as Nyx had begun circling around her as though she was a Spearow hunting a Sunkern._

_Though the musician's eyes didn't follow Nyx's movements, her ears most certainly did. With her initial suspicion now confirmed under the guise of the wrestler being coy. Soon as the wrestler leaned over the first time behind her and began whispering in her ear, her lips forming an even wider smile upon that flirtatious comment which caught the unsuspecting musician off guard, her sultry voice was about to make her melt, but Irene kept her composure. It was on! Allowing the wrestler to have their moment, her eyes would finally open up once again, shining in a dazzling light of joy and relishing in the fact that she was being flirted with, in a place like this no less! That was just too amusing for the cap-wearing brunette._

"Irene's the name~♡ but I never caught yours love." With both hands now jammed in her pocket, the musician introduced herself before asking the wrestler to return the favor, before letting a playful snicker escape her mouth, a consequence of the infectious energy Nyx had shown off up to this point, especially when her adorable laugh lightly echoed and reverberated through the room they were in, though now was not the time for their flirting back, Irene knew that in the back of her mind. All the while, her Gengar would approach the Incineroar, greeting it with its usual grin before deciding to hide in its shadow. Whether or not it was going to do some sort of elaborate scheme, or it did so merely as a lighthearted joke remained to be seen, either way it seemed as though it was planning on staying there for a while.

"Say, what do you say we grab some grub after we're done checking this place out? It might be fun~ 𝅘𝅥𝅮" The musician spoke in a sing-song voice as she made her suggestion, before turning her back on Nyx and slowly making her way towards the spiral staircase. Somewhere along the way, she attempted to sway her hips in much the same way the wrestler had done, hoping that they had their gaze on her, but her body wasn't as voluptuous enough to make it have the same impact and the musician fully knew that. Alas, the intent of it was to show off her own audaciousness and entertain the wrestler with her antics while indulging in her own eccentricity.
Beatrice
Incineroar was used to having ghosts hiding in her shadow. After all, her place of training was an abandoned and haunted Megamart. One of her closest companions was a Gengar as well, always trying to trick and scare her away from Nyx. Either way, it seemed like this new Gengar was staying in there for a while.

Nyx keep her seductive act despite a roaring flame of excitement welling within her chest, clawing at her from inside out to see the light of day. No, shed channel that excitement into her allure like she always did. Normally, others crumbled and submitted beneath the pressure of her enticing gaze and her scandalously displayed figure. The musician was different in that she tried to match her, to actually give in and play her game. Intrigued, the wrestling queen had her full attention on the musician. Then came the invitation, floating by in a fluttering melody that captivate Nyx much like a Pyroar catching the scent of its next meal. She hadn't given Irene her name yet and there she was, taking a chance at scoring dinner with the Red-Hot Wrestling Queen of Alola.

That took courage, to even attempt such a thing with a woman so daunting in her appearance and mannerisms. As the two continued their climb, Nyx caught Irene trying to sway her hips and though it was lacking in impact, it certainly still had Nyx's attention. Was she doing that because of her? Nyx wondered as she continued observing, the intensity of her gaze firing up as she watched Irene. Nyx moved her hips in a smooth motion, one that resembled a captivating breeze dancing between Exeggutor under the Alolan sky. Irene's way of swaying reminded her of the Unovan wind, hard and sharp edge yet methodical, rhythmical in its stride between skyscrapers. Nyx was, to put into simple words, intrigued with the musicians own brand of eccentricity. She was not only keeping up with her own alluring antics but also bringing some of her own to the table. Nyx wanted to push the antics further. She wanted to see how far she could take this new friend of hers before reaching the breaking point.

Up until this point, Nyx had been climbing the staircase behind Irene but that quickly changed in a flash. The staircase itself, withered by age, was not big enough for Nyx to simply walked past the other woman and, even if it was, that was too simple for her brand of allure. One loud click echoed through the tower, accompanied by a swift wind breezing over Irene. Nyx, despite the danger of falling, a flipped over Irene, landing a couple of steps higher than her companion. She then leaned forward, coming face to face with Irene. Her lips were a small push away from the musicians. Her gaze, burning bright with a passionate thrill, burrowed into her companion's eyes. "You asking me out, baby cakes~?" The wrestling queen called Irene's bluff. There was no way anyone could handle such a sinful display of hedonistic pleasure. Surely the musician would melt and run away, though Nyx hoped she'd counter her teasing. The tension was heavy and, much to her pleasure, Nyx cut away at with a gentle laugh as she drew away from Irene. "Call me Nyx though you can call me anything you want, babe~" Nyx bestowed Irene an affectionate wink before turning her back to continue the trek up the stairs. They had climbed plenty and soon began feeling an unnatural warmth emanating from their destined battlefield in the upper section of the tower. The Iron Moths were close by, awaiting the challengers with solar rage in their possession.
Randy
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