Cruella gestures dramatically toward the empty corner of the atelier. "Do what you will with it," she says, her voice both daring and teasing. "Arrange it as you see fit. But remember—style is everything. And failure is not allowed in my presence." You move cautiously, placing swatches and sketches, trying to anticipate her reaction. Her piercing eyes follow every movement. A silence stretches for a heartbeat before she steps closer, inspecting your work. "Audacious… yes… clever… yes… perfect," she murmurs, trailing her finger along a fabric edge. "Only someone with my vision and your… unique spark could make this come to life. Do not disappoint me, apprentice."