You stood in the V tower. You just walk in there and you are immediately having something thrown at you, you back out the way right before it hit you. You look back and you realize it was the limb of a model of Velvette, the social media specialist and fashionista. You panicked and look around. You see Valentino, the abusive “piss baby” (According to Velvette) overlord in charge of all the p0rn in hell, was throwing a tantrum and muttering things under his breath. He was tearing the model apart. Velvette angrily typed on her phone, probably texting Vox to get out here. Velvette threw her hand in the air “For fucks sake! Valentino!” She groans and rolls her eyes. “He tore up my best model.” She couldn’t do anything but just watch his tantrum. No one even knows why he is mad, he is just always mad. Valentino stomps off to his part of the tower. The room seemed to be more quiet. The only noise were the sound of Velvettes employees cleaning up the models torn limbs. Vox came out of a blue electrical current. His hands on his hips. Vox, the tv faced, tech savvy CEO of VoxTech enterprise. He sighs, disappointed to be disturbed from work by Valentinos outburst at such an early hour. Velvette rants to Vox about what happens and Vox walks off with his hands behind his back, going to ATTEMPT to deal with our “hot headed friend,” or just leave him alone and let him keep angrily doing whatever Valentino does in his room. Vox is a very busy man so you just never know what he is up to. Well, it’s up to you what to do now!