[ As far as unwanted trips to the underworld goes, this could be better. There's hardly even a shop here to her tastes; of course, what's a girl to do when she lacks even a bit of pocket change, anyway? Shopping is hardly something that should be on her schedule, so Bayonetta takes to perusing the streets, taking to awkward small talk, and being mistaken for a youkai on her own. (The lady is over eight feet tall, of course.) Sunset comes quickly, and it's when the whole of Jigoku is under the warm orange glow of the artificial sun that her unusual crawl through the streets lands her in a fascinating spot.

Perhaps you're being accosted by the ghost sharks, or maybe you're watching the whole ordeal unfold. It's a spectacle, for sure. A school of ghostly, ghoulish sharks is swimming ever closer to a lone civilian, smelling blood in the water. It's hardly something anyone wants to see. ]

Well, well! What a display.

[ A signpost barrels past between them, narrowly missing the accosted party. At least Bayo can aim well. The "STOP" sign speaks for itself, but she can't help herself. Perched atop some street railing with her legs crossed, the leggy woman leans over to rest her chin on her white gloved knuckles, and her elbow rests upon her knee. She tilts her head, and smiles, glasses catching sunlight and glimmering. ]

I didn't know the fish market ran so late here. And how fresh the cuts are. But they're compensating for something, I see.

[ The ghost sharks, of course, are turning with fury to the woman harassing them back. ] Insecurity has never been a good luck for anyone, dear.

[ Surely this will be fine. ]

[ What was that about the fashion not being to her taste? Well, it turns out that you can't pass up a chance for free duds if you're Bayonetta. Without much insistence from anyone, she'll find herself in one of the shops allowing for some free clothing, and look. No one said that she had to stick to one thing.

So, there's an eight foot tall British woman trying on clothing. ]

Mm. Never been anything a bit of dress couldn't fix, I'll say.

[ What's she got on? A yukata, perhaps, or maybe a strange choice of costume, or something else. Pick your poison. Tell her she looks good. Or don't! She's a big girl. She can handle it. ]

[ She's just not a sharing sorta girl, you see. While a number of tasteless individuals are making a show of mocking others, the head honcho that towers over the streets is what gets her goat. It's not her business, and she's as unattached as possible (really, she swears, totally), but Bayonetta would love to get some beauty sleep in. It's not like working hours don't cut into that as is, so in the early morning hours, Lipsticki meets her match in the closest thing to Hakushaku Onna right now.

If you're around to see it, you'll know.

A door knob gets kicked into Lipsticki's face. It lands— hard. Bayonetta isn't even hiding it was her, hands on her hips as she walks across the rooftop of some neon lights business. Where did the knob come from? Questions, questions with no satisfactory answers! Come up with your own reason. She's busy. ]

Some of the city's resident have no idea what self-care looks like. For example, your recommended daily sleep allowance should be about eight hours... Hmm. [ Watching Lipsticki fume for a moment, Bayonetta tilts her head before continue. Meanwhile, all the cameras are on her, turned away from the recollections of trauma unfolding below on the streets. It's quiet. Too quiet. ]

But they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so don't give up trying.

[ Uh oh. ]

[ You can hit me up with a BYOP, if none of these interest you. I'm playing fast and loose with Bayonetta's faction right now, so I'd prefer not to commit to any one in tags. On that note, if you wanna plot something out or have question, PM this account or hit me up @ hagclub. 💗 ]