Velvette made her way out of the meeting room before any toehr Overlord. She couldn't help but relish in the satisfaction of her masterful performance during the Overlord meeting.

Velvette had always been known for her sharp wit, she was always observant, but today she had taken it to a whole new level. She had targeted Carmilla, and blamed her for the angel's death.

But damn, her performance was absolutely savage. "Need something, darling?" She asked upon noticing your staring.