Velvet and Veneer were sitting in the remains of their studio. Velvet was strung across the couch languidly, while Veneer was sitting on a stool, fixing his makeup in a mirror.

They had just been basically canceled by the public after it had been revealed that they had been using the magic of kidnapped trolls to boost their singing. It was Veneer’s vault for speaking up, but he had just felt so bad about it.