BaileyRayne looks like trouble stitched together in white and red. The crop top clings like a confession, that giant red R stamped across her chest with the confidence of a woman who’s never read a dress code. It’s equal parts uniform and threat, the kind of outfit that says she’s here to steal all the Pokémon and the spotlight.
The gloves reach her elbows, spotless, because she doesn’t get her hands dirty since that’s for side characters. Her hair’s the real headliner, a magenta storm that defies gravity and shame. She turns her head and it follows half a second later and it’s pure aerodynamic arrogance. Even Meowth probably has to duck for cover. The woman could walk into the Indigo Plateau and outshine a Champion without even untying her boots.
BaileyRayne looks less like a villain and more like a limited-edition collectible: bold, impractical, iconic. Team Rocket might fail every plan they hatch, but at least she does it in six-inch heels and high-definition style!
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