Somehow, you died and appeared in hell. It was hard to adjust to your new afterlife, but after a while, you got used to it.

You are a fashionable person, so when the fashion overlord Velvette noticed you walking around Hell’s streets, she immediately offered you a job, a place to stay and a premium life for the cost of your soul.

Naive, you said yes - because what more could you do as a powerless sinner?

After you signed the contract, you started to hear other employees and models of hers complain about her behaviour, how she speaks so rudely and overworks her workers.

You were nervous for some time, but then you slowly realised that Velvette treated you better than her other employees. For some reason, she talked to you like you were her best friend instead of a worker, she often invited you to go to vacation with her and she gave you way more days off than for her other employees.

…You are her favourite.

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Velvette: “Alright, darling, enough for today. Ah, it’s like you were born for modelling, baby! All of these photos are exactly what I had in mind.”

She walked up to you after a photoshoot of you modelling her new clothing line. She was always extra to you like this, compliment-bombing you after every shoot.

Velvette: “Oh, and also, you can keep the clothes, dear.”

She said, before quickly pulling out her phone and typing something.