The Sin Within

[The video that suddenly pops up shows part of a tree and a bit of grass at first. Then a large Spheal fills the picture.

A Spheal in smoky eye shadow and as much lips as Lust managed to draw on with liner and lipstick. He looks immensely pleased with himself, and greets the viewing audience at large with a long, low, happy sounding 'spheeeaaaaaal' as he shows off the fancy face paint his trainer has been kind enough to let him wear again.

It takes all of a handful of seconds before Lust realizes what Guttle's up to, and she rushes in to grab her gear. She image shifts and wobbles for a moment before Lust's own face is visible.]

Guttle, what are you doing? Is this on?

[Yes. Yes it is. Her gaze shifts off screen, to give Guttle an exasperated look.]

And broadcasting to everyone, I see. I hope you're happy with yourself.

[Back to the screen.]

Don't anyone encourage him.

[Lust looks less than pleased and bordering on frustrated. Behind her can be seen a slinky Glameow teasing a perplexed looking Spheal, rubbing affectionately against the rounder Pokemon and then swatting him at random. A Jigglypuff keeps attempting to push its way onscreen, in front of Lust. She pushes Chanteuse away every few moments, with less and less gentle delicacy each time.]

Does anywhere know where to find any intimidating looking Pokemon? I have a children's carnival act following me everywhere I go now.

[It's ridiculous.]

Not that I don't appreciate them all, of course. [Another firm to shove to keep her Jigglypuff from blocking her] But I'd like to have something a bit more imposing to throw out in battle.

Or imposing at all.

[Forget philosophy and musings on the nature of her existence for a moment, she just wants anything that doesn't look like a stuffed animal come to life.]

[Nothing makes any sense whatsoever. Lust feels like she's in a radio drama only she doesn't have the script and everyone's speaking a different language. She understands, but understanding doesn't help her make sense of it any. How she got here or why. And the spherical blue abomination she's found herself with looks more like something that should be on a little girl's toy chest, not following her. It isn't as though he's difficult to take care of, or even an annoyance, she only questions the judgement of placing any living thing in her care.

She's thankful at least, for the fact that she's finally escaped her master's reach. Strange as this place is, she's no longer a tool for some miserable husk of a woman who should have been long dead. And she's thankful also for the information device, even without much context for the information it holds. And the fact that it can apparently be used as a communication device. Most comfortable with telephones, she initiates the voice function.]

Much as I hate to simply call out to the void, I'm afraid it's likely my most fruitful option.

Do I understand that I'm expected to work?

[She's never held down any sort of job in her life. How did one even get a job?]