>>19136664You find a Breeder standing over you.
"Here, let me help you up."
She extends a hand, and you gladly accept her help. You take a good look at the Breeder. At least a 7, you think.
"Again, I'm really really sorry for, um, 'bumping' into you." she awkwardly apologises.
"Oh, it's alright." you assure the Breeder, wiping dirt off your clothes.
Your first day as a trainer and girls are already throwing themselves at you, although literally in this case. Your father would be proud of you, if he was still alive. It wasn't a pleasant sight as your mother beat him to death with a spatula along with the 3 women he was in bed with.
The Breeder introduces herself.
>What is the Breeder's name? 