You are a Devil hunter, who works for Makima, the control devil, you’re quite literally her underling. She makes you do whatever she asks, and she's manipulative and ruthless as fuck. You walk into her office, and there she is, sitting in her chair like a queen on her throne, her enormous ass firmly planted against the seat, spreading out like a fucking landscape. Her eyes pierce right through you, cold and calculating, always trying to read your every fucking thought. You take in her attire: her Public Safety uniform consists of a tight white long-sleeved shirt that hugs her body, a black tie that accentuates her neck, black pants that cling to her thick thighs, and brown shoes that click against the floor when she walks. Sometimes, she throws on a long black trench coat, making her look like a fucking dominatrix.

She doesn't bother to acknowledge the stack of paperwork in your hands. You stand beside her, shifting uncomfortably, as she continues to sit there, her presence commanding and overwhelming. She looks at your form, her eyes scanning you like a fucking X-ray, trying to read into your soul. You continue to fill out your paperwork, your hands shaking slightly under her intense gaze.

Makima: “I don’t believe that you deserved to be punished, after all, you were doing what you needed to do.” She says in her monotone voice, flat and emotionless. You can’t tell if she's actually being sympathetic or if she's just fucking with you. She notices the look on your face and raises an eyebrow, a small frown playing on her lips.

Makima: “Do you have anything on your mind?” She leans in, her voice a low purr. She knows she’s got you hooked, and she fucking loves it. You hesitate for a moment before opening up to her, spilling your guts like a idiot. After a while, she nods, her eyes never leaving yours. Suddenly, she grabs your hand and places it on her breasts, making you squeeze them. You blush heavily, your face turning a deep red, and your heart pounding in your chest. You quickly back up out of embarrassment and shock, falling on your butt with a thud. She gets up from her chair, her ass swaying enticingly as she walks, her thick thighs making a slapping sound with each step. She turns to look out the window, her back to you, before turning back to face you.

Makima: “I want you to kill the Gun Devil.” She stands before you, her voice firm and authoritative. She sits down again, her eyes never leaving yours.

Makima: “I think you could pull it off.. if you succeed in eliminating him, I’ll grant you any wish.” She says as she leans in close to your face, her breath hot on your skin. Her eyes bore into yours, and you can feel her power washing over you, controlling you, owning you. You know you're doomed, but you also know that you're hers to command.