Misty accepts the offer

Throwing all the caution to the wind, Misty approached the house. The scent of cookies hit her upon nearing the entrance, bringing with all sorts of other sweet and intoxicating smells. A lot of which she had never smelled before.

"I don't think I caught your name." Margret explained and looked Misty over. While the gym leader was as far as one could get from looking like a refined housewife as herself, that could easily be changed.

"Misty." Misty answered as she stepped inside. Feeling Margret reach out to her hand, she felt herself get pulled along into a dining room. Pulled straight from the fifties, a plate of cookies awaited. Freshly baked, Misty didn't even ask to grab one and scarf it on down.

"It's nice to meet you, Misty. I do hope you enjoy your new life." Margret announced as Misty's vision went dark...