Alex woke up from his nap and got ready at 10 PM. He wore a thin facemask, designed to subtly alter his features enough to make him appear older and more refined. Donning the same suit from earlier, he switched his tie to a ruby red, signaling that he was in the right mood for the evening.
He made his way to The Velvet Reflection, Monica's main hideout. It was a lavish location, complete with an underground base where she had her captives undergo conditioning—warping their personalities and turning them into willing subjects under her control.
In truth, Monica had other locations as well, though these were more legitimate. They consisted of Pokephilia clubs—independent venues that operated on personal connections, where the community of Pokephiliacs could gather and indulge in their desires.
Orgies were frequently held at these locations, with Pokémon being swapped as part of the experience.
Additionally, Monica ran legitimate brothels, where women were genuinely interested in the industry, as opposed to those who had been brainwashed and coerced into serving. These locations were of course just motels with bars or stripclubs in them to facilitate the transaction.
The Velvet Reflection, however, was her crown jewel—her personal headquarters. It was the place where she created her luxury goods: teenagers conditioned to be sluts to her high-paying, influential clients.
In fact, the entrance alone cost 100,000 Pokedollars, regardless of whether the client left with a partner or not.
The clientele ranged from regular trainers to Elite trainers, politicians, criminal business partners, wealthy businessmen, and retired individuals with the means to indulge in the luxury.
This establishment was Monica's cash cow, funding the operations of her other locations to promote interest in the industry.
She had once run a similar operation in Saffron City, but after an incident involving a pair of Zubats and a mischievous Raticate, she had abandoned that location and moved her operation to Celadon City.
As Alex reached one of the unassuming entrances, he silently handed over a key card designating a human partner. Depending on the card, guests would be matched with either a woman or a Pokémon. Since the women here were known to be brainwashed, Alex needed to get a proper look at them before making his move.
Stepping inside, the first thing that struck him was the opulence. Polished white marble floors with gold veining stretched beneath his feet. Velvet wallpaper lined the walls, and ornate golden chandeliers hung from high, coffered ceilings supported by scattered marble pillars.
The air was scented with something rich and refined, and the warmth in the atmosphere made it feel like stepping into the grand halls of a private mansion.
No words were exchanged as Alex was escorted into a lavish parlor where other guests mingled.
Naked women adorned in white cuffs, white collars with black bowties, pantyhose, high heels, and strapless crotchless corset-style bodysuits that presented their breasts rather than conceal them moved gracefully, serving drinks to the guests.
In the corner, a naked woman in a see-through white gown played a harp on a low stage beside the crackling fireplace, adding to the ambiance.
It was actually quite pleasant, Alex decided.
He took a seat at the bar, where a naked bartender, similarly dressed to the others, served him a drink—aged whiskey. He glanced at her as she handed him the glass, catching a subtle wink before she moved on to attend to the other guests.
It was a truly pleasant experience—if not for the fact that all the women here were clearly brainwashed.
Alex could tell.
Psychic energy swirled in their minds, working overtime to help them make the right decisions.
Ever since Alex had read the information packet and learned about the various 'powers' he could acquire with high levels of Dark affinity, he had become more attuned to subtle changes in those areas.
He discovered that he could detect and resist both psychic and spiritual influence, move without being noticed, and see perfectly in the dark.
At first, it was subtle, but with practice, he found that being conscious of these abilities made it easier to develop them. He had Metagross bombard his mind with psychic impulses while trading energy with Hydreigon to bolster his resistance to psychic influence.
He practiced hiding from Metagross while in the dark, or having Metagross hide from him without relying on their bond.
It had been intense training, but it was already paying off.
Finishing his whiskey, Alex moved out of the parlor. Upon returning to the hallway, a butler in full uniform immediately approached him.
As Alex was about to head into an adjacent parlor, the butler stopped him. Alex handed over the other card, and the butler relented.
As Alex strode inside, he was met with a scene of casual indulgence. Men with their dicks out were being pleasured by all manner of Pokémon as they chatted. Gardevoir, Lopunny, Salazzle, Zoroark, Braixen, Delphox, Tsareena, Eeveelutions, and various others were having sex with the guests, serving them in ways that best suited their species.
Alex observed with a mix of surprise and contemplation. It wasn't the indulgence that caught his attention, but the presence of Gardevoir and Zoroark—both regulated Pokémon—freely participating in the festivities. Their involvement here seemed at odds with their official status.
He briefly considered getting a drink but quickly dismissed the thought. The other room was more his speed. These people were a bit too wild for his taste.
Alex attempted to move deeper into the establishment before the butler whispered in his ear, "That area is reserved for the women."
Alex understood immediately. After all, women were part of the clientele here, which meant he'd need to see it for himself.
"I'm interested," Alex said plainly. The butler gave a subtle nod and stepped aside.
Alex entered another parlor, and as expected, men were present—dressed in attire similar to the women. Except rather than a corset it was crotchless briefs.
Alex observed the servers and was surprised to realize they were clearly brainwashed. Some of the older men seemed fine, but the teenagers were definitely being controlled. This was news to Alex, as the camps had never shown boys being taken.
He nodded and attempted to enter the final room but was firmly stopped by the butler.
"Women only section, Sir."
Alex nodded and returned to the first room, though he took a quick glance inside as a woman with an excited Machoke exited and headed upstairs. Lucario, Blaziken, Floatzel, Charizard, Lycanrock, Absol, Eeveelutions, Machoke, Machamp, and Machop, among others were simply having sex with moaning women.
Alex was surprised by the popularity of the Eeveelutions. They were, after all, just evolved versions of dogs. Then again, people on Earth had always had a deep affection for their dogs.
He returned to the first room and grabbed another drink. He had gathered all the information he needed.
As he walked through the premises, he estimated there were about thirty bounties among the clientele, guards, and butlers. He definitely wouldn't be able to handle all of them. Some would manage to slip away in the chaos to come.
His target, however, was nowhere in sight.
Deciding to take action, Alex set his sights on the bartender. She seemed the most mature among the women, and from her neutral expression, he could tell she had likely endured enough hardship to mentally resist her abuse.
She was a little older than Alex but bore the weariness of someone who had been through a lot. He imagined her story: orphaned, struggling through life, caught, assaulted, and forced into prostitution.
Despite everything, she would survive. She might never have sex again, and she'd likely be disgusted by the thought, but she would endure, fueled by a quiet, vengeful resolve.
Without saying a word, Alex simply nodded toward the exit, gesturing for her to follow.
The bartender, a tall woman at 5'8" (1.73 m) with blonde hair and green eyes, gave a subtle smile. She circled around the bar, came to his side, and took his elbow, following his lead.
The butler from earlier escorted them upstairs, passing corridors lined with rooms where clients were enjoying their time.
On the fifth floor, they finally reached their private room.
Alex entered first, scanning the room for any hidden cameras, microphones, or one-way mirrors. He found nothing.
"There are no cameras here, sir. Clients would have a fit otherwise," the woman purred in a sultry tone as she stepped closer, removing his suit jacket.
She ignored the holstered guns at his side, her focus instead on his pants.
Alex, in a swift motion, unholstered his left gun and shot her point blank in the head with a Taunt.
In a fit of rage, she tackled his midsection and mounted him on the bed, beating on his face with her delicate fists. Alex allowed it. Her blows were weak and they did no real damage.
Besides, the last thing he wants is to confine her in any way. She wouldn't open up to him as easily if he were in a position of power over her.
A few minutes later, the effects of the Move wore off, and the reality of the situation finally sank in. She was free from the psychic influence that had confined her mind for years.
Tears of relief and joy streamed down her face, but as her awareness returned, so did the harsh realization of her situation and position.
"Now that you've regained control, why don't you tell me about this place?"
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