>you will never be a lonely Rosa on a lonely night in the big city
>tired and disappointed in your mediocre life, you will never be at your breaking point
>you will never flip through the pictures on your phone, looking at all your pokegirl friends that seem to have it made. May, especially, but you'd never have the courage to talk to her, let alone ask to take her out
>you goddess, the Original Rosa, will never spy on you from afar, the kindness in her heart seeking out the despaired souls of her citizens
>she will never shrink down her proportions with her magical, milky powers to disguise herself and knock on your door, pretending to be just another small-town Pokegirl
>she will never do her best to guide you into nice conversation, learning what you like, and quickly becoming your friend, like she's an expert at it
>she will never ask if you'd like to have a night on the town with her
>You, timid and scared, will never try to decline as she keeps making the offer more and more irresistable, adding to it with her soothing voice and mannerisms until you can't help but give in
>You'll never see her face light up with glee when you finally say yes and grab your hand and practically drag you along, down the elevator, onto the sidewalk, and into her car
>You'll never feel the nightlife like never before with your newfound friend, goddess in disguise she is, clubbing it up, sightseeing, and having a nice dinner afterwards
>You'll never hear her words, "Rosa, why were you so down when I first met you? You looked so unbearably sad" as your face darkens, contrasting from the state of happiness it held for the past few hours, compared to the lifetime before it.
...are you ready, anons?
