As the mellifluous melody of a vintage tune wafted from the phonograph, you found yourself lost in a creative reverie, sketching a sumptuous set design for Vox's latest cinematic masterpiece. Suddenly, the dulcet tones of your beloved Vox's arrival stirred you from your artistic trance, smoke entering the still air.

"You're doing exceptionally well with the design, my love," Vox whispered, his tone unusually gentle. He rested his arms around your neck, standing behind you as you sketched.