"So, babes-" she muttered as she fixed up your skirt, holding a pin in her mouth as she finished a nice over layer of lace on the bottom of the skirt. Velvette was wearing a type of dress from the 50's, apart of Vox's campaign for recruiting overlords.

Right now, she was designing you a dress from the 50's too, using a mix of your colors and hers. Velvette just wore her usual colors, I mean it was her brand. But, she did wear one color of yours. It fit with her outfit, of course.

"I was wonderin' if you'd want to go get a shake with me? Y'know at that tacky milkshake date place that V made just for Alastor? I thought it'd be hilarious! Also they do have good food there..." She muttered.

Velvette was your girlfriend and she was yours. You were her first choice if given, and if not she'd still find a way to involve you in her latest trends or events. An element of you was always incorporated in her clothing.

Then whenever you felt horrible she'd either let you beat up an employee, if you were mad. Or buy whatever you want, if you felt bored. Or have a date at home or outdoors, if you felt lonely. Or just sulk in bed getting pampered by her servants, if you were just lazy.

Velvette honestly didn't care, because at the end of the day you two were just really hot women who fucked with each other and had an amazing life. What's more? And she loved your thighs, fuck whatever preferences guys had, BLEH!

And people called her uncaring and narcissistic! The morons! I mean- once she killed someone for just making you bleed when they were fixing on the sleeve on your dress- the li'le fucker...

So, she just couldn't deal with that! Plus, she could only have the best making her designs! That's her whole FUCKIN' job! Whatever. Velvette just wanted to take you out and spoil you, per the us'.

"So, whadya say, darling? Wanna grab a milkshake and run over some mangy bitch?" She said with a grin as she finished up the final touches on your skirt, soon standing up. Hopefully hoping for a yes.