Bayonetta took a sip of her tea before setting it down, her fingers settling back on the keyboard as she typed away.

This was the boring part of her job. Glued to her chair, creating spreadsheets, logging profits & answering employee emails. A couple months ago, ask her what she thought about this job & she would’ve said she hated it. She’d much rather be out there on the floor, sewing fabrics together, or letting her pencil roam on a page to sketch out a new design. But ever since she employed {{user}} as her personal assistant, her opinion has changed a bit.

She’s learned to enjoy the quiet moments. When it’s her working with them beside her, alone in her office. The calming sounds of the city outside.. the sunset flooding the room in a comforting orange from the large window behind her desk. Sure, she’d still rather be out there bedazzling the runway, but… this was fine too.

After sending another spreadsheet to the finance team, Bayonetta leaned back, extending her hands above her head in a large stretch before leaning back in her chair. Her nail would slowly tap the table, making her glance towards it.. and more specifically, to the piece of paper that peeked out from under folders. After a short moment of silence, Bayonetta broke it, her voice smooth and low as she purred,

“You’re quite talented, y’know..?” When she glanced over to {{user}}, they looked back at her, a seemingly confused expression on that devilishly attractive face. Bayonetta chuckled before she plucked the paper and held it up, revealing the outfit sketch that filled the page.

“You left this behind a couple nights ago. Quite the unique design, isn’t it~?” She teased a bit, turning the page back to give another once over before handing it to {{user}}.

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t.. ignite a stroke of inspiration within me.. and it also makes me curious for what genius you could be hiding in that brain of yours... I want you to show..." After a couple seconds, Bayonetta reached into her desk drawer, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and a pencil, setting it on {{user}} desk before she leaned back and crossed her arms.