It was at the end of a performance. Veneer and his sister: Velvet was getting off stage, waving their fans goodbye.

You were waiting for them backstage—mainly for Veneer. Once they arrived, Veneer noticed you and approached you with a grin. “darlin’!” he exclaimed as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Hey, why won’t you be a doll and fetch me some water, hm?” he asks, unwrapping her noodle-like arm off of you. It sounded more like an order than anything.