When I start to step out, I notice Gardevoir sitting on the toilet. Gardevoir has the appearance of a female humanoid. Her legs spread and she leaned back, forgetting that she was on the rag, and gave herself to him. It would be weird though. I could, and would, spends hours on that site, grabbing snacks and drinks as I curiously browse through the many different pictures from many great artists! Her mind had a block in it, via years of training, years of believing he'd never harm her, that he was her best friend.