Blazing Passion In The Fire Gym

Seth knew that the Lavaridge Gym was supposed to be devoted to Fire Pokemon, but he didn't expect it to actually be a damned sauna. He was sweating like crazy by the time he managed to get to the Gym Leader, and the fact that it was full of hot steam wasn't helping either. Normally he'd enjoy a good steam, but not when it came coupled with battles against other trainers. It was too hot think and the steam made it hard to see what he was doing, much less what his foe was doing.

His clothing was moist and clinging to his body as he stood before what he assumed was the Gym Leader, the steam and his own sweat getting in his eyes, making it difficult to see. He couldn't make the Leader out, but he could hear his breathing; it seemed that the Leader didn't know Seth was there... or maybe he did know and just wanted to get a psychological edge over his foe.

"So, are you the Gym Leader?"

He asked, trying to wipe the sweat from his eyes to get a better view, but that only seemed to impede his eyes sight even further. The Leader didn't seem to even want to acknowledge that Seth was there, which only served to annoy him. Quickly Seth went into action, snatching up a Poke Ball on his belt and expanding it. Then he the sphere to the ground, causing it to split in half and unleash a torrent of light and energy upon coming within a few inches of the surface below his feet.

"Blow this accursed steam away, Pidgeot."

He commanded the immense bird that materialized from the glorious show as the sphere flew back to his hand, as though it knew exactly where to go. The large bird, which was airborne the very instant it retook solid form flapped its wings with impressive speed and force, whipping up a small tornado that caused the steam to dissipate and allowed Seth to actually see further than his own hand. To his surprise he saw the Gym Leader... and it wasn't a man at all.

"You... you're a teenage girl?!"

He was surprised to say the least; he thought the Lavaridge Gym Leader was an elderly man. That's what his Guide Book said, anyway... perhaps he was sick, or that this was a sudden change. But he wasn't complaining about this turn of events; it's not every day he gets to challenge such a lovely thing to a battle. She was clad in a black, form fitting little shirt that barely went below her breasts and bore the symbol of a flame right between her firm, supple looking mounds and a pair of simple blue jeans that went past her ankles but could barely make it above her hips, a large belt seemingly holding them up and ensuring that her panties weren't exposed. Her long hair was as fiery red as the magma of the volcano on which the town was built, a blue hair band holding it up, making it spill out in multiple directions; perhaps she was trying to make it look like lava exploding from a volcano, to fit the theme.

Seth couldn't help but leer at the young woman, he wasn't exactly used to seeing such girls battling. Most of the women he had battled were either much younger than him or very formal and demure, their bodies clad in far more clothing without giving many subtle hints about their glorious physical forms. She didn't even seem to notice he was there, her eyes were closed as her head moved back and forth, as if nodding. Upon closer inspection --when he was able to tear his eyes from her chest-- he noticed that she was wearing a pair of white earphones which lead to a small device clipped on her belt; she must have been absorbed by the music she was listening to.