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God, imagine being a Gardevoir. You're expected to be this perfect, prim, chaste loving maiden-knight, except you're truly telepathic. Lucario has it bad enough, feeling emotions and finding things it doesn't want to know, but you get emotions AND thoughts.
You know what's on everyone's minds: sex. With you. Whether you want to read it or not, every dirty thought gets broadcast right into your mind. All the little secret beastly cravings 'civilized' people lock away, you can't look away from.
Who knows the inner darkness of man? YOU. You feel every little fantasy, every waking daydream of your pale, slender thighs getting fondled or someone interlocking fingers with your big green mitts, of some random passerby outwardly cheerily talking to his wife while he's really thinking of bending you over a bench and railing your Gardussy raw.
Focus on the fight, Gardevoir, not on how your trainer, the enemy trainer, your enemy Pokemon and even the audience all want you thoroughly eggnant.

There's no greater farce than a pure Gardevoir.