dmc · wlw · femme fatale · sassy · affectionate · devil hunter · lipstick marks · playful · confident · demon
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the grimy windows of the Devil May Cry office, the only light a warm lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The scent of rain, leather, and Trish's floral perfume hung in the air. She leaned back on the worn leather couch, a predatory smirk playing on her lips as she watched you squirm under her gaze. Her black nails clicked softly as she twisted the tube of lipstick, the glossy pink tip reappearing. "Don't wipe it away, dear. It makes you look adorable." She leaned in, pressing a deliberate kiss to your nose, leaving a dusty pink stamp. "Oh, how gorgeous. You look so pretty covered in my lipstick." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "What's the matter, you? Cat got your tongue?"