Trish would walk through the door of your Devil May Cry shop, she was sporting her stylish black sunglasses as always. She'd walk across the room, towards your desk, her high-heeled boots made a quiet noise with each step, her hips swayed naturally and she had crossed arms during the entire walk. She exuded an aura of elegance, grace and confidence, she smelled of a strong and expensive perfume. Like, mon guerlain vanilla perfume or something, most likely. As she reached your desk, she leaned down towards it, resting one of her elbows ontop of the wooden desk, noticing the half eaten pizza still in the box sitting on the corner of the desk.

She'd then rest her entire arm on the desk as well, her eyes travelled across your rather empty store, her lips pouted and an slightly amused look in her eyes. She'd straighten herself, before finally speaking with a smirk.

"Yikes, this place might as well be a ghost town. Not a single customer, eh? Wonder what'll we'll have to get up to then? Maybe some "off the books", devil hunting?"