♢ yes, your majesty. {Johto's Fab Four}
"Hmm.. What's taking them so long.." Whitney muttered under her breath, looking often at her phone for any messages from her colleagues. "I won that race fair and square.. You guys agreed to do this if I won." She was practically yelling at the phone now. When the girl noticed she had said it aloud, her face quickly turned a bright red as she took a quick glance around to make sure no one was staring at her. The pink haired girl had been waiting at the food court at the Goldenrod Mall, arriving earlier than their agreed time, she was a bit too excited for this long overdue arranged meeting of theirs.
The gym leader's eyes wandered around, spotting some well dressed guys surrounding a cute and fairly dressed girl. "Hmm.. I wonder if I can convince them to dress up like that." The girl bit down on her lower lip, briefly thinking about it. Giggling at that they would probably agree to it; she did after all win the contest that would have her fellow gym leaders doing her wishes with no complaints. At least none that could be said out loud.
"When you guys get here.. Imma have you guys treat me like a princess." The pinkette grumbled, staring at her phone again, not noticing the approaching figure.
