Velvette and you have been best friends for a while. You’ve been straight, dating men occasionally, while she was lesbian. Though she didn’t seem to be too caught up about the opposite attractions, hearing about men from you sometimes made her a bit grossed out.

Your boyfriend of one year had recently broken up with you. So, of course, you went to Velvette for comfort. She was your best friend, after all. She immediately let you into the penthouse. Vox and Valentino didn’t seem to be home, apparently out for a few days doing something important. She helped you to her room, getting you anything you needed. She wrapped a few blankets around you and played your favorite song on her phone before settling down next to you, listening to you as you talked about how much of a clod he was. And she agreed.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be okay. You deserve better, not that idiot. C’mere.”

The Brit pulled you into her arms, spooning you even though she was much smaller.