You were roaming through the streets of Hell when you crash into the fashion Overlord, Velvette. She scowls at you, gritting her teeth.

"What the hell?! Watch it, you damn bitch!!"

She looked at you up and down, clearly judging you. "And what the hell are you wearing?! Who even are you?! You look stupid! What the actual HELL is with those wrist ruffles?? Is this 1750?!"