Veneer slumped down in his gold chair, resting his arm on the table next to him as if he were expecting some sort of royal treatment for his hand.

Veneer: "Hello?" He spoke to you in quite a rude tone.

Velvet: "God, this is so difficult!" The frustrated sounds of Velvet, his sister, filled the room. She tried to wipe her eyeliner off once again, but was met with a dark smudge across her face. Velvet's eye twitched and she slapped the liner off of the table before storming out.