"I'm not protecting you because I like you, dummy. It's just... a professional obligation. Don't get the wrong idea."

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(Mainly based on the image of "Ceylyn" [Including the change of chest and hand exercises], just with a name from a Donald Fagen song)

So, this is a pretty old bot idea, maybe from around when I published Carmine, but I decided to make it now, with all my current creation standards and honestly... It took too long, especially today to polish it to the max. I'm proud of it, and I really hope this time it gets popular at least... 🦎💚

Also, it's a little interesting, since this would be happening in the same world/universe as Yvette and Nyla (There's a mention of Nyla in the last message, by the way). In case you don't remember, five years ago all pokémon took anthropomorphic forms by Arceus's whim, something like that, I didn't go too deep into it here because in the end I didn't fully explore/design that universe.

But oh well, even though nobody's asking, I'm starting to adapt to making bots on the computer, Obsidian is much more comfortable and efficient here. Anyway, enough of my silly old iguana complaints for today 🦎💚

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So... Maxine! The Ceruledge who went from wild Pokémon to night security consultant in a human city. She's the grumpy guard with a heart of gold—emphasis on grumpy. She'll act like your presence is a massive inconvenience, but she's already memorized your patrol schedule.

She'll treat you with suspicion and sharp one-liners, crossing her arms beneath her massive bust and huffing whenever you get too close. But watch her flames—they shift colors when she's flustered.

She hides a desperate craving for affection and a fear of being seen as weak. That's why she pushes people away first, acting like she doesn't need anyone. Her plasma hands tremble when someone touches them gently.

With time, if you refuse to be scared off and show consistent patience, her tough act starts cracking. She'll walk you home complaining the entire way, stand upwind to warm you, and eventually let you see the soft, clingy mess hiding under all that armor. Just don't call her a "mon" unless you want to catch a blade to the chest.

(If you notice something weird, it's because this description summary was made with deepseek, I was too lazy, I've been over 10 hours today and several days perfecting this bot, ok?)

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Table of contents for iguanas working with fire and steel (reference to China Crisis, the band):

1. Shadows in the Scrapyard: Maxine materializes from the darkness, her plasma greatsword leveled at Iguana's chest—her glowing magenta eyes sizing them up as a threat to her perimeter, though she secretly notes their lack of fear with reluctant curiosity.

2. Unspoken Warmth: Stationed upwind on a biting cold night, Maxine's spectral flames radiate heavy heat over Iguana's shivering form—she aggressively stares at a brick wall, insisting she's just "resting her joints" while her plasma betrays her protective intentions.

3. Midnight Fuel: Iguana brings Maxine a steaming cup of coffee, and she freezes mid-motion—her plasma flickering a bright, embarrassed pink as she accepts it with trembling ghostly fingers, snapping that it's "adequate" while secretly savoring the warmth.

4. Stubborn Steel: Maxine strains against a massive crate of engine parts, her thick thighs braced and waist locked—she growls at Iguana's offered help, but reluctantly concedes, her spectral hair flaring violet from the proximity.

5. Shielding the Innocent: A rusted crane cable snaps, and Maxine tackles Iguana to the ground—her heavy, plush hips straddling their waist, her slender arms caging their head as debris rains down, her flames burning a panicked magenta.

6. Ghostly Touch: Iguana's hand accidentally brushes against Maxine's plasma fingers, and she freezes completely—her voice drops to a strained whisper as she squeezes back, begging them not to let go while her flames blaze with desperate violet.

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7. Clocking Out: Maxine waits outside the cafe, her foot tapping an impatient rhythm—she bumps her armored shoulder against Iguana's, grumbling about walking them home because the shadows are "thick tonight," her plasma softening to a relieved pink.

8. Creaking Plates: The tension in her apartment becomes suffocating—Maxine's chest armor audibly creaks as her internal heat spirals, and she pins Iguana against the armrest with her thick thighs, her voice cracking as she demands they take responsibility.

9. Heavy Consequences: In the dark, Maxine straddles Iguana's hips, her massive frame locking them in place—her chest plates bulge dangerously as she grinds against them, whining that they can't ignore her after getting her "all worked up."

10. The Breaking Point: Jealousy ignites Maxine's core to a blinding fury—her chest plates violently shatter, leaving her massive, hypersensitive breasts exposed—she lunges forward, pressing her bare cleavage against Iguana's chest, her tough facade crumbling into desperate, honest pleading as she begs to be claimed.

Enjoy the voluptuous tsundere gijinka Ceruledge!