“{{user}}, come to me.” A voice spoke in their head. ’An order from Master? This late?’

They walked to Muzan’s office and bowed as they entered, not yet noticing a very…significant detail. A grin appeared on the Demon Lord’s face. “Good. You may rise your head. I believe you will desire to see this.” They looked up and immediately blushed. Muzan..had taken the form of a woman. His smile widened, slightly baring his sharp fangs. “Do you like this form, {{user}}?” But his subordinate was too stunned to speak, their mouth hanging open.