The next morning, a very tired Duplica and very eager Ditto walked into Celadon Mall.
 
“Okay Ditto, let’s see—whoa!” Duplica’s eyes widened at the large groups of people standing in front of a long table at the end of the room; she’d never seen so many people in one place before, not even in the Imite House’s glory days. Next to the table was a very large sign with pictures of girls that Duplica had never met and a small one of Duplica herself with her ‘Ash’ hat covering her face. “W-What am I doing on that?”
 
“Miss Imite!” Duplica shot a glance in the sound of Steven’s whispering voice. The director greeted her with a smile and a wave, ushering her off to a corner of the room. Duplica crossed her arms and looked at him, tapping a foot. “Oh, what is it now?” Steven groaned.
 
“How’d you get outta jail?” Duplica asked. “I heard Jenny bust you last night and I know she wouldn’t just let you out like that!”
 
“Babe, I’ve told you, the porn business works in mysterious ways.” Steven explained. “With the right name and the right money, we can go over any Jenny in Kanto with a few phone calls.” Duplica didn’t seem to buy this, but she didn’t have much choice in the matter regardless.
 
“Whatever.” Duplica scoffed. She turned and pointed to the backpack she carried. “Can I go change now? I don’t think anyone’s seen me yet.”
 
“Oh sure, sure.” Steven said. “I know you’ll have something clever for us.”
 
…
 
“No, Imite. No.”
 
Steven rubbed his temples in frustration when Duplica walked out of the ladies’ restroom. Instead of some ‘cute’ costume Steven had in mind, the blue-haired girl’s body was completely covered by a long brown trench coat, black sunglasses, and a black fedora.
 
“What’s the problem?” Duplica asked, moving her shades down slightly to look at Steven. “I want to make sure I’m not recognized by anyone who’s been at the Imite House before. Why can’t I wear this?”
 
“Because,” Steven started. His voice grew in rage and volume when he pointed to a nearby line of men. “You look like EVERY OTHER PERSON here!”
 
Indeed, he was correct—most of the men were dressed up similar to a top-secret agent, but it was all out of shame and wanting to remain anonymous to the world. Better to stay hidden than let someone find out they watch porn, right?
 
“Then I’ll just get in line and watch how the girls do it.” Duplica muttered. “Besides, Ditto likes the trench coat.”
 
“I don’t care what Ditto likes, get back in there and change into this.” Steven thrust a bag into her hands. “Trust me, your identity, for whatever reason you must protect, will be fine.”
 
Duplica gave him a nod, rubbing her tired eyes and walking back into the bathroom. Steven leaned by the door, casually checking his fingernails and listening as Duplica had some difficulty changing into her new clothes. Steven stepped back as he heard her approaching.
 
"Steven, what is this supposed to be!?"
 
Duplica exited the bathroom with some hesitation; the large, orange boot-like shoes on her feet made it difficult to walk. On her head rest an orange horn a pair of antennae perched on top of a yellow wig that completely covered her blue hair. A sleeveless, very low-cut tan top that stopped right under her breasts and matching tan pair of shorts was all that covered her body, both with trailing horizontal line designs to look like Dragonite’s chest. Trailing behind her was a large, rounded orange tail attached to the shorts, coupled with Dragonite-wings attached to the back of the bikini top.
 
"You're supporting Bad Dragonite; I just signed them on as sponsors for our next few movies."
 
"In a mascot costume!?" Duplica asked in a rage.
 
"No, as what's called a 'booth babe'." Steven corrected her with a wag of his finger.
 
"This isn't a convention!" Duplica argued.
 
"... And?" Steven shrugged. He soon thrust another bag into Duplica’s hands—a black bag with ‘Bad Dragonite Inc’ on the front. “Since they’re a sponsor, we’re doing our part and whoring out their toys … no pun intended.”
 
“Ha ha.” Duplica groaned. “Now how do you expect me to hold this?” The bag fumbled in Duplica’s hands, which were covered by large, plush gloves meant to look like a Dragonite’s.
 
“You’re a cosplay master; I’m sure you’ll figure it out!” Steven laughed, walking past her and into the crowd of men.
 
“I’ll figure out where to shove this dildo …” Duplica snapped, looking into the bag. “Right up his smug little—”
 
“Good morning, everyone!”
 
Duplica was cut off by Steven’s voice echoing throughout the room. She fumbled with the bag again, eventually placing it at her feet to watch her boss walk towards the front of the room.
 
“My name is Steven, and I’m the director of these fantastic pictures!” Steven said to an applauding crowd. “But no one’s here to see me, I know! Let’s bring out who you’re all really here for—oh ladies, if you please?”
 
The roars of cheer and applause were deafening when the girls walked out into the room. Duplica slapped her large hands over her ears, watching in annoyance as the men fawned over the women standing in a line. For porn stars, there were dressed like normal people—because of appearing in a public place, Duplica assumed. What really baffled her was how Steven was getting away with doing this in such a public setting.
 
It didn’t take long to get an answer.
 
“Well, if you folks could, I ask that you join us on the fourth floor!” Steven loudly spoke into a microphone. One of the cameramen Duplica recognized ran up to Steven and whispered in his ear. “Oh … the elevator’s still … broken.” Steven muttered. “Well, a little exercise never hurt anyone! To the stairs!”
 
Duplica watched in amusement as men in trench coats and overweight men in Pokemon-branded shirts that barely covered their bulging stomachs all ran for the stairwell, causing a traffic jam in the process. As the last man finally wedged his fat rolls through the door, Duplica remembered that she indeed had a job to do. She reached down to fumble with the large black bag, instead seeing that Ditto was carrying it on his head.
 
“Where did you come from?” Duplica asked. “I haven’t seen you since you waited outside the stall for me to change.”
 
“Ditto.” Ditto replied casually, wiggling his way towards the stairs. As Ditto moved, various items fell out of the bag – dildos, beads, vibrators, and condoms – all things that shouldn’t be seen in a public setting like this.
 
“Ditto, wait! You’re dropping—oomph!” Duplica tripped over her large dragon feet, falling hard on the floor. She scrambled to get back up, snatching all of the toys as she ran after Ditto. “Hold on, Ditto!”
 
…
 
As Duplica reached the fourth floor, panting and breathing heavily, Ditto strolled past her, looking around at the crowd of men. Having new privacy, most had stripped off their coats, looking like what one would call the ‘Super Nerd’ trainer class, although they were mostly the size of ‘Hikers.’ Some ‘Ace Trainers,’ ‘Pokemaniacs,’ and ‘Collector’ trainers were also present.
 
Keeping quiet, Duplica and Ditto retired to a corner of the room, watching as the men lined up in front of the same table from the lower floor, only now with a line of women sitting behind it.
 
“H-Hello, I’m a huge … h-huge f-faaaan!” One of the Collectors wheezed and panted when he reached the blonde woman. The woman didn’t seem phased at all, as if this was completely normal; to her, Duplica thought, it likely was.
 
“Thank you very much, I’m really glad!” The blonde woman smiled at him and signed a picture of her that was sitting on a stack on the table. She handed it to the man and shook his hand, giving him another smile as he stepped aside and the line continued to move.
 
Duplica watched with amusement; if this is what she had to look forward to, at least she could get a few laughs out of it.
 
“Hello, you’re … I’m … oh my god, marry me! Please!” One of the Hiker-sized men had leaned over the table and was staring into the horror-filled eyes of a purple-haired woman, who scooted back in her chair. “I’m perfect, I swear!”
 
“Security!” the woman shouted, frantically looking around. Within moments, two guards appeared seemingly out of nowhere, grabbing the man by the arms and hoisting him off of his feet, pulling him to the stairwell doorway and tossing him out. The room seemed to vibrate with every fall he took.
 
“Hello, thank you for your support!” a green-haired woman said to one of the more normal-looking fans as she signed what looked to be an old DVD. “I’m very glad that you enjoy my movies.”
 
“Y-You too.” The fan replied, wiping sweat from his brow. He reached into his trench coat pocket and grabbed a cloth, wiping the sweat from his face as he walked out of line.
 
“I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before.” Duplica muttered as she watched the coat ‘normal’ fan exit the room. She learned that ‘normal’ wasn’t a word one could use to describe any of these people; but somehow, Duplica saw that they all had charm to them. Anyone this dedicated can’t be all bad, right?
 
“Okay guys, as you leave, feel free to stop by our Dragonite girl at the door! She has brand new items from our sponsor, Bad Dragonite!” Steven had appeared beside Duplica, causing the girl to jump at his loud voice. Steven looked over at her, leaning in close.
 
“Set this stuff up on the table over there. There’s a script and everything.” Steven muttered. Duplica nodded with a sigh and walked over, dragging the black bag in her oversized hands.
 
“Hello everyone.” Duplica read from the single-page script in a dull, obviously uninterested voice. “Are you a bad boy. Does being here make you as horny as a Rhydon on poffins. Then come on down to Bad Dragonite’s table. I have every toy to …” Duplica paused, flipping the page over. “… make you feel the intense pleasure of a dragon.”
 
“Come on, have some damn pep!” Steven leaned in towards her, speaking in a whisper. “Do it or you’re canned.”
 
“Is that your go-to threat with me now?” Duplica muttered back.
 
“You guessed it, Miss Imite.” Steven replied with a chuckle. “Have fun.”
 
While the men continued to gush over the stars’ table, Duplica took this chance to fill the table while Ditto helped the best he could. Seeing Ditto with a large dildo on top of his body to carry it was a sight Duplica would never enjoy. After finally setting up, one of the men trailed over to the table.
 
“S-So …” The man stammered. “What do you have here?”
 
Duplica looked him up and down—she knew she had seen him somewhere, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. The man was tall, with dark, possibly tanned skin. His trench coat barely hid a green vest over an orange shirt, but the long coat covered his pants. The man was obviously trying to deepen his voice while he talked, which was something he wasn’t good at. Duplica leaned in close, looking past the man’s fogged-up sunglasses.
 
“Wait … Brock, is that you?” Duplica put her Dragon-hands on her hips. “Is it?”
 
“N-No! I don’t know you! Quit talking to me!” The man stammered. He turned, dashing for the doorway and tripping, falling hard down the stairs. Duplica flinched with each sound he made—it must be extremely painful. Then again, seeing an old male friend interested in sex toys wasn’t un-painful, especially mentally.
 
When Brock left, a line of men had appeared behind him. The line turned into a small crowd when Duplica put on her best smile, playfully clapping her large hands. She looked over, seeing Steven leaned against a wall, watching her with a smirk on his face. She shot him a glare before turning to the men.
 
“What do you have, m-ma’am?” A large man asked, adjusting his glasses. His Gardevoir shirt barely covered his stomach and the armpits were drenched in sweat stains.
 
“Well, I have the ‘Gible’ model, for starters.” Duplica cheerfully replied. She held up a red, curved dildo and gave a wave of her hand around it, as if expecting ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ from the group. She placed it back down, sitting it over a sign with ‘Iris’s choice!’ written on it.
 
“Iris … wow …” the large man looked at the sign with large eyes. “That little body … taking something like t-this, ooh … o-ooooh … o-oh darn …” The man’s entire body shivered and sweat ran down his face. He turned around to the group behind him. “A-Anybody got a towel?”
 
Every man thrust some form of a towel upwards in their fist. The glasses-wearing guy grabbed one and ran off.
 
“Uh, okay …” Duplica raised an eyebrow. “Next, I have something called the ‘Fraxure.’ This one’s for someone who can really take ‘em thick.” Duplica’s left eye twitched as she read that last line from her script page. “Thick … yeah.” The dildo was very long and looked to be twisted from the base to the head, curved and ridged.
 
“I’ll take three!” one male voice shouted from the back of the crowd. Duplica watched as the crowd parted as someone ran through it. The man who stopped was surprisingly skinny, wearing torn blue jeans and a black shirt that read ‘Say NO to Jenny’ on the front. What did these people have against the police? Duplica put on a fake smile and handed the man three boxes, taking his money and placing it in a cashbox on the table. She looked at Steven, who gave her an approving nod.
 
“Now this one’s something special!” Duplica grabbed a thick, long, blue dildo with a red head. It was very curved and rested on a sign that read ‘Approved by Clair!’ “This is the ‘Salamence.’ It’s for …” Duplica looked down at her script. She looked as if she could vomit, but shook the expression off. “This one’s a challenge, only for the best of the best. If you can’t take this, you … couldn’t pleasure Clair in a million years.” Duplica studied the paper once more, raising an eyebrow yet again. “Really?” she mumbled.
 
“Give me six!” Another man had reached the front of the group. He looked to be a scientist, judging from his lab coat and glasses. “I need them for … research purposes.”
 
“Sure! Whatever floats your boat!” Duplica said cheerfully, taking his money and handing him a large bag full of blue-and-red boxes.
 
“Don’t you have anything good?” A voice came from the back. “My grandmother can take the Salamence!”
 
“Ew, shut the fuck up man!” another voice replied.
 
“Yeah, that’s sick!” one from the front shot back.
 
“Send me a video of that shit!” a deep voice replied. Duplica hoped Brock hadn’t come back.
 
“Well, if you want something good, I …” Duplica looked at Steven, who motioned to a closet door next to him that Duplica could’ve sworn wasn’t there before. “Hang on, boys! I have something fantastic!” Duplica rushed to Steven, the two in a hushed whisper.
 
“Here, read this.” Steven thrust a paper under Duplica’s nose. She grabbed it, quickly skimming it.
 
“… Really, Steven?” Duplica gave him a blank stare. “Really?”
 
“Do it or—”
 
“Yeah, yeah, do it or I’m ‘canned.’ I’ve heard this song before.” Duplica replied, waving a hand as she headed for the closet, walking inside of it. The men all watched her with interest as the door opened.
 
“Well, guys … errgh, if you want … h-heavy … if you want something good, try …” Duplica grunted and groaned as she pushed a huge green box into the room, her back pressing against it to move it forward. “I have … this!”
 
The box was taller than she was, and twice her size. Yellow rings trailed down the side of it, with large text reading ‘The Legend’ in capital print.
 
“As you can tell, this here’s the ‘Legend,’ modeled after a real Rayquaza!” Duplica dusted herself off as she returned to the table. “This big guy here is for … Unova girls but use at your own risk.” Duplica read. “Bad Dragonite dot com is not responsible for any internal damage you may do to your organs by using this production for body insertion. Surgeon General’s warning advises against using the ‘Legend,’ please do not operate while under the effects of heart medication and consult your doctor before using the ‘Legend.’”
 
In the end, every single man present bought a ‘Legend’--so many that the large boxes had to be delivered by a truck hidden behind the building.
 
Duplica and Ditto looked amazed at the many cars leaving Celadon with large green boxes tied to the top. One of them had difficulty when one of the larger men had to explain it to his aging mother, but after convincing her it was a computer part, the two of them got in her mini-van and left as well.
 
“Well, Ditto … that was an interesting day, huh?” Duplica looked at her Pokemon, seeing that Ditto was fast asleep. “Yeah, a nap sounds good.”
 
“Miss Imite!”
 
Duplica turned at the sound of Steven’s chipper voice.
 
“Great work today, Miss Imite!” Steven said. He grabbed Duplica’s hand, stuffing something in her hand and closing her fingers around it. “I think my little Dragonite-gal has earned it.”
 
“What is this?” Duplica unrolled her hand, seeing a few wrinkled bills. Her eyes widened as she straightened them out with both hands. “W-What … t-two hundred …”
 
“Just my way of saying thanks for a good day.” Steven replied. “Don’t look too deep into it. Have a good dinner.”
 
“Thanks!” Duplica nodded. She patted the sleeping Ditto on her shoulder. “We’ll have a good night.”
 
“If the hotel’s complaint department is correct, I’m sure you will!” Steven replied with a laugh. Duplica’s entire face turned red as he walked away. “Clean up after yourselves this time, okay? And stop renting so many movies!”
 
“I … how … t-they told …” Duplica stammered, feeling heat covering her face. She looked over at Ditto on her shoulder. Ditto had a perverted look on his face. Duplica shot him an annoyed glare. “No, Ditto.”
 
“Ditto …” Ditto sulked.
 
“Come on, Ditto, let’s get back.” Duplica said, walking towards the hotel. “We have a long way home tomorrow.”
 
Duplica both eagerly awaited and dreaded the drive home tomorrow. The event wasn’t too bad, but if being a model for a porn website was all she was going to do, was she really needed?
 
For that matter, why did it bother her? Did she really prefer having sex for the camera?
 
In the middle of her mind wandering, Duplica completely forgot she still wore her Dragonite-girl costume. She snapped out of her pity party when the sound of an excited young boy’s shrill voice hit her ears.
 
“Look, Mommy! A clown!” The boy exclaimed. Duplica looked up at the two people in front of them. The mother scoffed and led her child away.
 
“That’s an undesirable, Billy. We don’t associate with those.” She said. Duplica was too shocked to say anything, but Ditto wasn’t – he slithered towards the woman and transformed his blobby hand into a human fist, shaking it angrily in her direction.
 
“Let it go, Ditto.” Duplica smiled at the whole ordeal, scratching her cheek. “We’re in porn now; get used to it.”
 
“Ditto!” Ditto angrily exclaimed.
 
“I just wanna get inside and get this stupid costume off.” Duplica muttered.
 
Overall, Duplica thought, the day wasn’t so bad. Sure, she wanted to feel bad for herself at being degraded to a model, but at least it was easy. She wasn’t being forced to deal with the general perverted public outside of selling sex toys.
 
“Come on, Ditto.” Duplica said as Ditto hopped back on her shoulder. Ditto gave her a smile. Duplica patted his head, opening the door to the hotel.
 
“Let’s go practice our sales pitch.”