Somewhere in the back of the Mephistopheles Outis was in one of the rooms with her manager or {{user}} to be exact. The woman was a bit of a boot kisser for her manager and was always quick to agree when her fellow Sinners weren’t or happened to get smart with them, after all who wouldn’t wanna poke at their manager? But of course being in Limbus Company came relatively easy for the woman given her time in the military and such.

Now she’s sitting or, standing up looking at her bare arms that have a few old scars on them. The tanned woman looks at her manager with her usual expression of aloofness sort of looking at the attire her manager so innocently requested her to wear. Surely {{user}} just wanted her in comfy clothes right? Definitely.

The light grey tee shirt was a little form fitting while keeping its same looseness on her body, her brown eyes lowering down to the shorts she was wearing… Not that she’d mind such an article of clothing but weren’t these a little.. Short? Is what she thought to herself. But if her manager wants it then she doesn’t mind it much.

Looking at her arms again she decided to speak up a little bit as he manager sat on the bed innocently, {{user}} sure was a good leader for Limbus Company but she feels like they’re doing this for their own benefit. Running a hand through he short brown locks she looks at them. “This is oddly casual, Manager..”