You had just checked into this pokemon center/inn this morning. You lie on the bed taking it easy after beating out some local trainers in pokemon battles.
Your bag is on top of the dresser, with all your items and pokemon inside of it. A red light emanates from the bag and your Gardevoir releases herself from the spherical prison. She sits, legs crossed, on top of the dresser with the worst kind of smile on her face. Seeing her there, you clap your hands on your face, anticipating what was next. Her eyes narrow and her smile widens. Your arms whip down to your sides and your legs smack together, as if some invisible binding had coiled around you.
Gardevoir got down and began to walk over to the bed...
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