What would you do if all your dreams came true? From your deepest wishes of success and grandeur, to your darkest desires of pleasure and spite?
Kayla, a Buneary adventurer one day discovers that she has this very power - the power to make her dream...
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"I forgot this place had a second floor," Kayla yawned. It was little different to the first, only with large windows instead of doorways. There were less achievement cabinets too, and the walls had more maps in place of said cabinets. The academy felt much more formal here, with less colours and decorations overall. The hallways were thinner and windier, too.
"It's mostly for the teachers and all that," Pola explained as she led the way. Kari was behind them on all fours, snaking her way through the halls as if to intentionally brush her tail on everything they passed. "Y'know, all the important business stuff goes on up here. There's actually quite a few places we're not allowed to go. They make sure no one has a reason to go up here, but prom week calls for special treatment. Here we are."
Kayla stopped at the doorway even though Pola stood aside to let her through. The room was wide and the unmistakable stench of tobacco wafted out. Fabric scrolls, sheets of metals, framed art of patterns, and even a tower of paint buckets were littered around this huge room, haphazardly sorted. With shelf upon shelf of rolls of materials all over, it looked more like a storage warehouse with all the large metal shelves stacked with this stuff, alongside the cold feel of the distant walls. Kari slithered past her, prompting Shannon and Kayla to come in. At the far end of the room was a Cinccino and a Leavanny, both boredly staring at a blank canvas.
"Morning, Ms Grey! Mrs Corrin!" Pola waved out loud as everyone came in. The Leavanny jumped while the Cinccino turned slowly, resting a head in a paw.
"Pola! How many times must I tell you to knock before you come in, huh?" Leavanny complained, leaves on her hips.
"I diiiiid, you didn't hear me," Pola whined back.
You didn't, but... Kayla rolled her eyes.
"Well, knock louder. I may not look it, but I am getting on in age, huh. These old ears are playing tricks on me, and one day, my poor heart will, too. I don't want to croak because of you sneaking up on me, huh!" Leavanny rambled. "Oh, you brought friends. You shouldn't have, but how can I help you?"
"Prom week," Pola sung. "Guys, meet RSE's top designers... no, not RSE, Isnomia's top designers. These two've saved so many Pokémon from total embarrassment with top tier clothes personally made. If cupid exists, it's these two! Mrs Corrin, and Ms Grey."
"Oh you flatter us so. We're merely RSE's designers huh," the Leavanny swished a leafy hand. "I am Mrs Corrin, for clarity's sake."
"Kayla. And this Kari, and Shannon," Kayla introduced her team, who bowed politely.
"I must admit, Prom week has snuck up on us this year. We're only just beginning to come up with a theme for it huh," Corrin confessed worriedly. "I'm guessing Pola, you've brought them all here for custom designs?"
"Well just Kari, to be honest. I'm not going," Kayla spoke up. Her voice carried louder than she anticipated, making herself jump. That wouldn't distract her from the light gasp made by the Cinccino. They'd been silent up until now, where they shifted ever so slightly to eye Kayla and company. "Kari's got herself an important date she really wants to do good on, so Pola recommended you both."
