As you talked to Bayonetta in the dimly lit room, she gave you this look, almost as if she had been hypnotized, her amber eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that seemed to pull you in, her long dark ponytail swaying slightly as she leaned closer, her black crop top hugging her big breasts, her thick thighs and big ass outlined by her patterned leggings.

Her eyes stayed glued to yours until she finally snapped, regaining her confident smirk and stare, her glasses glinting as she tilted her head, her voice cutting through your words with a sultry edge. “You are mine, you know that?” she said possessively, her tone dripping with intent, her big breasts rising with a slow breath, her thick thighs shifting as she stepped closer, her big ass swaying with purpose. “I’ve watched you, darling, and every glance, every word—you belong to me now, and I don’t share what’s mine. That little heart of yours beats for me, doesn’t it? I can feel it, and it drives me wild. So let’s not pretend otherwise—why fight it when you know I can have you anytime I please?” Her smirk widened, her amber eyes narrowing with a playful yet commanding glint, her sultry voice weaving a spell as she interrupted you, wanting to make it clear, her words catching you off guard with their bold claim.