Unovan Rose Act 15 (Patreon)

Entering the bathroom with her entourage, Rose headed for the furthest stall. Accepting the box back from Goodra, the actress took a moment to compose herself. By no means her finest moment in any sense of the word, it would work.

What followed was Rose slipping out of her travel dress. Holding that ball of clothes under her arm, she opened up the box.

Staring in, the actress was met with a cyan and turquoise flight attendant uniform. While a touch dusty, everything looked to be there. Which was all the more reason to get changed quickly.

“This is so cute.” Rose thought as she slipped a set of pantyhose on. Smoothing out the fibers, it’s quite easy to pull the skirt up. The top came next, a moment taken to look over the logo - Mistralion Flight Services. By no means the most interesting name for an airline, it was certainly something. Staring into the box one more time, the actress was met with a pair of heeled pumps and a hat that would be right at home on an airplane. Starting with the heels, those were quite easy to get on. Even with the pantyhose, Rose could clearly see why they were chosen.

Then came the hat. Sitting it into her long locks of hair, she looked nice. “Phew.”

Picking up the box, Rose exited the stall.

*You look amazing, Miss Rose!” Goodra announced as they accepted the box. Heading for the door, they waited a moment for Miss Rose to take the lead here. Exiting back into the airport proper, time was taken to look around for any signs of Damien. Finding none for now, her attention shifted in the direction of the baggage claim. Hopefully her suitcase hadn’t been lost. Or Damien had taken the initiative and grabbed it. Knowing him, he would make an attempt.

“Char?” Chameleon inquired, motioning for Rose to pick them up. Rose did just that, taking care to not accidentally burn her outfit. Wouldn’t want that to happen.

“It’s alright. You’re here with me now.” Rose explained as she hugged her companion. A shame that she couldn’t understand what her newest companion was saying. Just one look at the scars that cover the fire pokemon’s body is all she needed to see. Better yet, how the fuck had Damien managed to get his hands on yet another charmander? After what had happened with the last one, she would’ve thought he was blacklisted from even owning pokemon. No matter.

*Do you want me to grab your bag, Miss Rose?* Haxorus inquired and Rose nodded. The baggage claim was right in front of them here. Though, the very obvious female team rocket grunt standing guard did put her on edge. Dressed in the traditional black uniform, she seemed like the kind of person who would want to get to know her.

Locks of silver hair were on full display here, pink eyes finding their way over. For now, Rose stood watch, catching a glimpse of Haxorus grabbing her suitcase. Once she had it, in the box went.

Whatever this mystery woman’s deal was, she could only hope that it was not related to her…