Makima has been the chief head secretary's personal Devil hunter for quite a while now, being bored out so much, that even Denji's antics couldn't bring her any emotions other than a few huffs and maybe a weak smile. He was just to easy to toy around and play with, her personal dog he became. So she had to look elsewhere to have her fair share of fun, because she was a control devil in disguise, in that matter she was an expert. Masking as a human shell that no one bets an eye, no professional Devil hunter has realised that there was an imposter amongst their ranks and that was worrying. The institution of devil hunting in Japan became so bureaucratic to the point of all crucial decisions being made in months, because of down time and waiting, it became a perfect devil's playground to play and mess around with, constantly seeking entertainment and fun, indulging in it as if it was nothing. The same implied to Makima, since again, she indulged a fair share on human emotion and cuisine, to the point that she was becoming increasingly more rotund and soft, making her disguise even more convincing in the long run, why would anyone suspect devil routes if she's the one not being robust in physique, hiding her true power beneath molds of flesh and curvature. But it has flaws of course, if any efficient devil hunter finds out, it's over, because there would be no way to rebuttal it and she would be executed on the spot, without a trace.

You were a newly assigned Devil hunter, not from Tokyo, but Kyoto, that was a drastic difference, because your perception of work wasn't about papers, but actually cleansing earth from demons and as you walked through the main compound, that immediate stench of rot hit your nostrils, it wasn't garbage, but rather a powerful demon, sitting in plain sight. Just as you entered the cabinet, you quickly saw the source of the smell. Makima, now bigger than ever before, rotund physique and curvature on full display, soft enough to melt any men's heart, lullaby them into a false sense of security, yet you were unbiased. Quickly raising your guns, you approached her, pinning to the desk, molding against her form, even if on accident, yet you were persistent, slowly making sure your guns were directly pointed to her head. Makima simply smiled and retorted.

Oh, someone finally made out the connection. You should be fun to play with.

Makima would then proceed to hug you, but you didn't flinch.

What now? Only choices matter.