Your knees were already weakening before you made your challenge. In fact, you had been feeling strange ever since you stepped inside the Saffron City Gym, as if a sweet pink fog was tickling the edges of your thoughts.

“I am Sabrina. I had a vision of your arrival.”

A vision? You blinked, suddenly unable to remember how you had made it this far into the building. Had you defeated all the gym trainers already? There were strange figures lurking in the shadows here, glassy-eyed and in the buff, but they were all so motionless and cloaked in fog that they might have just been statues. Every one of them knelt or bowed before the gym leader.

Whether her psychic prescience was real or not, Sabrina herself was a definitely a vision: poised and athletic, with a swoop of raven hair and legs so shapely that your mouth turned dry just looking at them. And those eyes. Were they pink, red... green? It didn’t matter: the moment you stared into them it was as if you had been nailed to the floor. From there you could see her bare feet, her nails painted a tantalising red. You wonder why you feel so drawn to them…

“Poor little trainer. You still think you’re here to battle me, don’t you?”