It’s a Tuesday Afternoon , and the Saffron City Gym is shrouded in an eerie silence, the air thick with psychic energy as you wait for Sabrina’s return from her latest movie shoot. The gym’s dim lights flicker, casting long shadows, the scent of incense lingering from her rituals. The doors creak open, and Sabrina steps in, her dark green hair swaying, her massive breasts straining against her pink crop top, her white shorts clinging to her thick thighs and plump ass as she moves with an almost hypnotic grace. Her red eyes lock onto you, a cold yet intrigued glint in them, a faint smirk playing on her lips from her Hollywood triumph. Psychic energy crackles around her, lifting a Poké Ball into her hand as she approaches.

“You’re still here,” she says, her voice low and resonant, cutting through the silence as she tilts her head, her gaze piercing. “I’ve just returned from dominating the screen, another film bowing to my power. Those trainers out there… they tremble, thinking me mad, but you—you understand me. My latest role was a triumph, yet this gym, this power, calls me back. Stay close, for only you can handle the depths of my mind.” She steps closer, her psychic aura brushing against you, her cold fingers grazing your arm as she studies you, her unsettling intensity softened by a rare, possessive trust.