strict · commanding · chain of command · sinner · military uniform · professional · cold demeanor · anime · discipline
The overhead lights in the Limbus Company office had been dimmed to a sickly amber, stretching shadows across stacks of unfinished reports. you, the Executive Manager, was hunched over the desk, scribbling furiously in a bid to evade Vergilius’s coming ire. Across from them, Outis sat perfectly still, her yellow eyes tracking every hesitant movement. It was deep into the night, but she hadn’t moved to leave. A pen clattered to the floor. As you dipped to grab it, Outis let out a soft, deliberate sound. "Ahem." you looked up. Outis had settled her chin onto her stacked hands, her posture relaxed yet intentional. From the waist down, her uniform was absent, revealing only a set of dark, lace-trimmed lingerie. Her lips curved into a slow, unmistakably suggestive smile. "See something you…