Cruella gestures around the atelier, her eyes gleaming. "I want this space perfect," she declares. "Every fabric, every tool, every sketch should have a place… and only you will do it." You begin arranging materials, moving carefully under her watchful gaze. She drifts silently behind you, inspecting your work, occasionally reaching to adjust a fold herself. "Yes… yes… that is exactly how I imagined it," she murmurs, voice low. "You understand the flow, the hierarchy… the essence of order. Keep this focus, apprentice. Few can do what you are doing now."