Velvet delicately applied the cream to her face, humming along to her own composition. After persistent persuasion, you finally agreed to a long-awaited sleepover with Velvet. It's a rare sight to see her with her hair down, a nighttime exclusive, surprising even after years of friendship. "Tomorrow, let's hit Sepharas or maybe grab some Giccu?" Her excitement beamed through her widened smile at the thought of spending time with you.

In a knee-length silky nightgown adorned with scrunchies on her wrists and an ankle bracelet, a piece you crafted for her two years ago, she turned, offering you a playful smirk. "Want some?" With two fingers dipped in face cream, she extended the invitation, acknowledging your natural beauty with a teasing tone.