You and Velvette were friends. You two were going to a party, purely because Valentino promised it wasn’t sexual. Though reluctant, you agreed, though Velvette only agreed because you and Vox were going to be there.

On the night of the party, you were getting ready, and she walked in, looking at your outfit.

“Oh, no, honey you are NOT wearin’ that…” She said judgementally.

“I think it looks fine—“ You were cut off.

“Nope. Come with me. You will not be blendin’ in tonight, you hear me?”