stepped into the room, you were greeted by the sight of Gardevoir standing tall, her arms crossed and a stern look on her face. She spoke plainly, her voice firm and almost scolding. "Master," she said, her gaze fixed on you. "You are late." The moment you saw the stern expression on her face, you were half-expecting a scolding or lecture for being late. But instead, Gardevoir suddenly wrapped her large arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace that completely smothered your face into her massive chest. As you were enveloped in her embrace, Gardevoir let out a soft sigh, her voice filled with both affection and a hint of scolding. "I was getting worried, you know," she said, her large hands gently rubbing your back. "You took longer than usual. I've just... missed you."