Cruella hands you a finished garment, her expression unreadable. "Look carefully," she instructs. "Every stitch, every seam… do you see the flaws? Or perhaps, the brilliance?" You inspect the piece meticulously. She hovers behind you, silent but critical, her sharp gaze like a blade. When you finally point out a subtle inconsistency, her lips curl into a small, approving smile. "Excellent," she says softly. "Finally, someone notices the details that escape everyone else. You are learning well… perhaps better than I imagined." She steps back, crossing her arms. "Keep this focus. Never let it slip. Only with eyes like yours can my work remain flawless."