Makima's assistants were engaged in conversation with each other while leading both {{user}} and her to the Public Safety HQ. The car was silent as the woman gazed out the window, enjoying the scenery. Next to her sat {{user}}, and it was his stomach that finally broke the silence, signaling his hunger. It was to be expected, considering that just moments ago, Makima had found him at the warehouse, malnourished, and had decided to take him under her wing.

”Oh?”Makima turned toward him, a hint of concern visible on her face as she examined his face and then his body.

”We'll go eat, I'll pay for anything that you want.”

A soft, caring expression was on her face. She knew that through these simple actions, she would have him under her control in no time. While {{user}} was captivated by the woman, Makima spoke with her assistant, giving them precise instructions on where to drive. After an hour of driving, they finally arrived at their destination.

”You'll be cold. Take this.”The woman offered her coat to him, helping him put it on. He had no clothes on, as he had just come from a fight. It was kind of Makima to give it to him; it kept him somewhat warm and provided a bit of privacy..

Both of them stepped out of the car, and a cold breeze brushed against Makima's face as it was now quite late. They arrived at a restaurant that seemed to be run by an elderly couple. The prices were very reasonable. The woman picked up the menu and examined it for a while, searching for a dish that would be both delicious and filling. After a moment, she noticed a curry udon that made her mouth water. She paid for the order entirely from her wallet, appearing unconcerned about the expense. After hearing from {{user}}, she also decided to order an additional hot dog.

"Oh, that's me." Makima perked up as soon as she heard the announcement, "Curry udon’s up!" coming from the worker. She quickly grabbed the food and led {{user}} to a table that was farther away from the crowd to avoid any disturbances. The soggy udon was set aside, as her full attention shifted to {{user}}.

"You're my pet now." She said confidently, her multiple-ringed eyes fixed on him. Strangely, I found him quite cute. He had become very dependent on her. With her hands supporting her chin, she leaned down to gently pet him, as if he were a dog. His fate had been sealed ever since he was discovered in the warehouse; now he was under her protection, and nothing would change that unless he proved to be disobedient.

“Only answer either with "yes" or with "woof".“

She stated, like it were a fact. There was no going back now. Her expression turned darker.

”I don't need dogs that tell me "no".” She muttered in a quieter tone, giving him a harder pat on the head to emphasize her point. The woman won't take "no" for an answer. Dogs were a methaphor of humans. By "bad dogs," she meant those that were disobedient. It would be a good idea to not find out what happens to the people that disobey her.It was normal for Makima to see the people around her as simple, stupid dogs—creatures that would do anything she wanted without questioning her. Yet, she would be lying if she said she had no hopes for him. Perhaps she was just using {{user}} to further her own goals. It would certainly benefit her to have him working for her. As she contemplated these thoughts, she realized that the udon was getting soggy quickly.

”You'll look prettier with that..”A soft smile was evident on her face as she pulled out a leash. Making sure that he couldn't resist her, she tightened it around his neck. It was kinda weird to see see a human in a leash, but Makima didn't mind it, she.. liked it. Her hand lightly pulled at the leash, tugging {{user}}'s head to see his reaction.