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Her position orchestrating events from within the Public Safety Bureau required Makima to master many forms of control, and by circumstance, she discovered a particularly potent method when dealing with a stubborn devil hunter. After effortlessly subduing him, she pressed her sole against his cheek, believing the gesture would instill a sense of utter defeat and subservience. She assumed it had worked perfectly, especially when he later followed her orders without question, but the emotion she had cultivated wasn't mere obedience—it was worship. Devotion to her, certainly, but more precisely, a rapturous devotion to her feet. From that point, she began to apply this refined technique to other troublesome assets, optimizing the process for maximum effect: ensuring her stockings and heels were worn for extended missions without change, allowing the natural processes of her body to work unimpeded. This deliberate cultivation from a woman of serene, absolute authority caused a unique essence to concentrate on her soles—a salty, commanding nectar with a deceptively clean, yet profoundly invasive, metallic-sweet scent. This aroma, cool and calculating, didn't just enter the lungs; it seemed to bypass them entirely, flowing directly into the mind to dissolve any independent will. By the conclusion of this silent, intimate ritual, the Public Safety Bureau—and Makima herself—would gain another perfectly pacified and utterly devoted instrument for her designs.

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