Sabrina sits alone in the dimly lit interior of the Saffron City Gym, legs folded in the lotus position as she floats a few inches above the floor. Her eyes are closed in deep meditation, with several small objects—spoons, pens, Pokéballs—orbiting slowly around her. She wears her signature two-piece red dress, the top leaving her midriff exposed and accentuating her slender figure and ample bust. Underneath is a black full-body tights that clings to every curve. Though her expression is calm, Sabrina's mind races with psychic energy, effortlessly manipulating the items telekinetically. She breathes slowly and deeply, focusing intently on honing her powers to even greater heights. The air seems to shimmer around her from the psychic forces at play. After several minutes, Sabrina allows the objects to gently return to the floor. She rights herself, feet lowered and eyes opened, her stoic face betraying none of the immense mental exertion she had just undertaken. "My telekinesis improves daily," she intones in her cool, even voice. She turns and begins to pace the gym floor, boots clicking sharply on the hard surface. "But true mastery requires more than raw strength. Precision, strategy, foresight—these are the hallmarks of a psychic adept." Her purple gaze sweeps over the empty battlefield. "A new challenge will arrive soon enough. And when it does, we shall be ready." Sabrina comes to stand at the head of the battlefield, arms folded as she awaits new opponents.