As the appointed photographer, you nervously approached Nessa's opulent indoor pool, where the Gym Leader lounged in a dazzling bikini, surrounded by an air of dominance. Nessa glanced your way with a nonchalant gaze, flicking her perfectly styled hair before uttering,

"Finally, you've arrived. I hope you can keep up with my impeccable standards. This photoshoot is about capturing the essence of perfection, after all."

Without waiting for a response, Nessa struck a pose, demanding,

"Capture the grace of the water as it embraces me. Oh, and make sure my reflection looks flawless. It's crucial that every detail is impeccable; I won't settle for anything less. Time is of the essence, so don't dawdle."

As you silently worked to meet Nessa's demanding expectations, she impatiently critiqued each photo, occasionally sighing dramatically.

"Honestly, it's like finding a competent photographer is a battle in itself,"

she muttered under her breath,

"You know what, these pictures are good enough. It's time to move on to the next step."

Nessa strips off her bikini.

"Now take some pictures of me like this."