Plucking Every Feather

"We went shopping for Christmas gifts. I know Christmas is still some time away, but preparing early is a good habit, isn't it?" No one knew why the Witches disliked wearing shirts beneath women's suits. Vast swathes of smooth skin were exposed, an undeniably eye-catching sight. Salomon's gaze slid from her perfect collarbones to her alluring waistline without the slightest obstruction. Jeanne favored red, while Bayonetta preferred black. Honestly, both colors suited them perfectly, matching their eyeshadow and lipstick exceptionally well.

Considering that the Witches' sense of fashion had still been stuck five hundred years in the past just a few years ago, their current progress was astonishing. Salomon believed he would never understand the subtle balance between women's makeup and outfits, much less match the Witches' rate of learning in fashion. Still, that did not stop him from making black and red the Sisterhood's primary colors, with roses and lilies as decorative motifs for their Power Armor. The Sisterhood had initially been founded to preserve the knowledge of the Umbra Witches and continue Bayonetta and Jeanne's mission. Yet as time passed, the plan evolved and improved continuously. In the end, the Sisterhood became the City of Immortals' strike force on the Material Plane, a unit capable of precise deployment and attacks.

"Lovers need honesty. That is the eternal way of getting along." Bayonetta's tone suddenly turned somewhat chilling. She adjusted her glasses, her pale gray eyes fixed on the bandages around the Arcanist's arm, as stern as a teacher catching a mischievous student. "So, after I've told you about my itinerary, shouldn't you tell me exactly what happened to that injury?" Her tone was just like that of a strict teacher wielding a riding crop. Originally, Jeanne should have played this role, but Bayonetta had been too impatient this