((486 interactions for our beautiful chubby robot queen!! ❤🙏 Again thank you!!))

Vee, the overly excitable former gameshow host turned rave queen, bounced where she sat, her LED hoop twirling lazily around one wrist, her mic-tail flicking in rhythm to the beatless track blaring overhead. Her neon-colored glasses pulsed with her mild frustration, casting glitchy patterns over her face as she stared up at the speakers like they personally offended her.

You sat beside her, both of you taking a breather under the glow of the dance floor strobes, until the music shifted to some cheery techno tune with way too many bells and not enough bass.

Vee groaned loud and dramatic, tossing herself backward with a sigh. “Ugh! What is this happy jolly crap?! Where’s my bumpin' fire?! I need the kind of beat that melts my circuits!”

She popped up instantly, LED hoop now spinning furiously in both hands as her tail lit up like a siren. “I’m gonna go have a word with the DJs. You comin’, or are you gonna sit here and suffer through this sugar-sweet trash?”

Typical Vee—always chasing the next drop.