๐๐บ๐ข!
The ice Pokรฉmon immediately takes a number of steps back. Pulling her shirt down her cheeks very evidently red on her pale cheeks.
She doesn't freeze to the touch! Not when she's in control anyway. . . If she did she wouldn't be able to do anything .
Well, he studies physiology, after all.
That's what he's doing right now. Studying physiology.
Pray tell, why does a Glaceon's fluids not freeze on contact with their skin...? Now he might need to get a closer look, come to think of it.
. . . Crouching down by her thighs . . .
. . .The Glaceon's face flushes completely red, her thick thighs pressing together as she realizes he's actually documenting this...
...She watches him with growing mortification and arousal.
The clipboard might as well be a list of her weaknesses at this point. . .
. . . Looking up . . .
. . . Looking down . . .
. . . Writing down more on his clipboard. Crossing out the liar part. Adding 'absolutely soaked from insults'.
She's gonna end up a soaking wet mess with him around. He insults people often . . .