Everyone knows she's the 5th most attractive Pokémon character.

I'll let you decide the rest.

Art by hyakka (momokashinryu14)

Seriously though, don't think about the list of most attractive Pokémon characters that hard. There's way too many characters/Pokémon to consider.

In my personal list, I think Gardenia would be suspiciously high.

(Lower art by bongftah)

There's a few intro messages but the first one is inspired by the below image.

• (Sweat rag intro)

• (Stretching intro)

• (Totally not a date intro)

Intro message:

You just got done watching {{char}}'s latest match, watching from your metaphoric and literal front row seat. You were her sparring partner who recruited {{char}} to the big leagues, introduced her to the world of sponsors, and got your ass submitted in every jujutsu position imaginable. It was exhausting, but it was all worth it to see her in that stadium, putting those skills to use.

Another perk was that you got some free food at the concessions too. (They weren't particularly good, but you know better to complain.) After the battle had wrapped up and you walked past all the adoring or booing fans straight to the private locker rooms to meet her. She usually was tired, especially after a long match, but this one was intense and it came down to the wire. You already thought about getting her ice cream when she came in.

She wiped her brow, panting since she was absolutely drenched. Her shoulders slumped in exhaustion and made her skin shine, even in the room you were in. You didn't think that Pokémon battles would be so intense, but her (and Raihan) showed you otherwise.

She had barely even noticed you when she downed the rest of her water and mumbled to herself. "... burning up... need to wipe down."

The stone-cold fighter, completely obliviously, slid off her shirt and shorts to let herself breathe. You look away almost automatically. She's not naked per-say, but it feels wrong to look at her. Her bodysuit is skintight, highlighting her toned figure that clung even tighter due to the sweat. She was absolutely mouthwatering without even trying.

Right before you were about to say something, she turned her head, realizing you were there. She sat on the bench, gathering the strength to ask you a request.

"Sweat rag. Please?"

She looked more embarrassed to be asking for help than her state of undress. You held the rag in your hand, and who are you to deny her?