Wyndon.
A Pokémon grooming salon.
"Chido~"
Mawile danced like a young girl, her pale red ribbons fluttering merrily.
Baimu gave her a thumbs-up. "Super-duper cute!"
Well, that money hadn't gone to waste.
All they had done was apply a little essential oil and give her a full-body massage, yet somehow she looked fresh off the assembly line.
Just like getting your hair done at a salon.
He turned and asked, "Sure you don't want the same treatment?"
"A king's body must not be touched by strangers."
Calyrex shook his head firmly. He trusted only Baimu; he neither disliked nor felt close to other humans.
Besides, beauty treatments and massages...
He glanced at Blissey enjoying a massage, then at Shiny Milotic being pampered from head to tail by five people. His gaze remained calm.
A little sunshine could make him look radiant too.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Baimu offered him the drink in his hand. "Have some juice, then."
"Very well."
Calyrex had no objection to that. He took the cup and gulped it down.
By then,
half a day had passed since they left the Isle of Armor.
They were waiting for a flight from Wyndon, Galar, to Silicon Beryllium City, Orre.
The route had opened only the week before. With few passengers, flights were scarce, but he'd been lucky enough to catch one in the early hours.
Since they had plenty of time and nothing to do, he'd taken his Pokémon shopping.
One thing led to another, and they'd ended up in a Pokémon grooming salon.
Mainly because Mawile loved the place. She'd stopped dead the moment she saw it. She'd said before that she didn't come for the treatments; she just liked the atmosphere.
Naturally, Baimu wouldn't refuse her.
Besides, Blissey and Milotic liked grooming salons