It could be worse... Right?

You crumple up your empty bag of chips. Ivy holds a hand out, offering to take care of your trash. After you pass it over she gets up and throws it into a trash can hidden behind The Boss's desk.

"It's just so much to take in..." you muse as Ivy walks back to the couch.

"I know. But we've all been through the same things you have. We'll be here for you." Ivy leans over the back of the couch and hugs you from behind, giving you reassurance that things will work out.

You lean back, resting your head in Ivy's cleavage. "Yeah. I guess I could be in much worse situations. So much has happened in the past two days-"

"Two days?" Ivy interrupts. "You were only a trainer for two days?"

"One day, actually. I started and ended my career as a Pokemon trainer yesterday," you explain. "I made a stupid bet with another trainer who I'd known growing up, and got registered to him. Then we ran into Team Rocket and he abandoned me, and now I'm here."

"Oh you poor thing, that's rough," Ivy nuzzles her cheek against your hair. "It'll be okay. We get treated well here, and we're well fed. And amazing sex every day is just a cherry on top. Oh! Speaking of, it looks like food is here!"

You look over to the glass doors and see a line of Rocket grunts with full trays of food about to step in the room.