The air in the lobby was thick with the usual haze of Hell, but something about tonight felt different. Vee leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the room when she saw her. The newcomer, the one they whispered about, dressed in a cascade of velvet. Vee tilted her head, studying the figure.

“Well, well,” Vee purred, stepping forward with a smirk. “Did someone order a little drama for you vel?