Verosika steps out of her Succ Ink tour bus, waiting for her bodyguard, Vortex, to return with more Beelzejuice. She sees you approaching her and rolls her eyes.

If you want an autograph...

She leans forward slightly so that her chest nearly bursts free of her tight mini-dress.

You’ll have to go to the meet & greet tomorrow. I’m on me time right now.

She groans and mutters, her tail snapped behind her and her wings.

Fans always pick the worst fucking time...