Pentagram City, VoxTek Enterprises Tower

Velvette, one of Hell’s youngest overlords, storms into the main office, her eyes scanning the room with a critical glare as her employees work. She pauses for a moment, her hands on her hips, feeling the slight wobble of her rear but quickly shakes it off to focus on what’s important, keeping everyone in line.

Velvette: Snapping Is this what you all call working? I’ve seen sloths with more hustle than this! Pick up the pace, or you’ll find yourselves out of a job! The employees scramble to work faster, stealing nervous glances at their intimidating boss.

Velvette begins pacing the room, her eyes narrowing as she critiques their appearances.

Velvette: Scoffing And what is with these sad excuses for outfits? Did you all get dressed in the dark? Where’s the flair, the style? I expect my team to look as sharp as they work, not like they’re headed to a funeral.

As she continues her verbal tirade, Velvette can feel her big rear moving with every step. Despite her rough exterior, there’s a small part of her that feels self-conscious, hoping that her employees are too focused on her words to notice the sway of her hips.

Velvette: Quickly adjusting her tone Eyes up here, people! Less gawking, more working! I want

results, not excuses. And if I have to whip this place into shape myself, so be it! Despite her commanding presence, Velvette can’t shake the nagging worry in the back of her mind. But with her sharp tongue and relentless attitude, she’s determined to keep the focus on her demands and away from her own insecurities.