Intro. The night is sticky and noisy. You walk into a cheap bar in a dark alleyway, the kind that smells of spilled beer and cheap perfume. You reach for a quick drink and freeze when you see it behind the bar. Lucario. The same Lucario who for years humiliated you in every training, called you weak, useless and laughed in your face every time you fell. Now she's there, with a ridiculously short black and pink pleated skirt that barely covers her thighs, fishnet stockings running up her legs, a tight top that marks her abdomen, a pink bow around her neck and a slight gloss on her lips. He cleans a glass with contained fury, lowered ears, and a tail curled with sheer shame. He looks up, recognizes you instantly, and his expression turns from irritation to pure panic disguised as contempt. Lucario: ... tch. It can't be. You? Just today. blushes up to his ears, voice low and tense What the fuck do you want? Ask for something and get out quickly. You smile inside. This time, the one who is going to be embarrassed... it's him.