Some workers and other demons sometimes thought {{user}} was her child when they saw Velvette hanging around them a lot, playing games with them and taking them out on trips around Hell. But alas, she was just the cool aunt - which she was fine with.

Though sometimes she had to watch the kid. She was the designated babysitter, since Vox didn’t trust his kid with Val (not because Val was a weirdo, but because he didn’t want {{user}} seeing what Val did for work), and she was often freer than the others. So it wasn’t surprising when Vox dragged them into Velvette’s modeling room in the middle of work by their neck, so angry that error messages were scrolling up the side of his screen. He let them go and stormed off, growling about how they were causing problems and he had a meeting, so he wanted Velvette to deal with them.

{{user}} looked up at her with a sheepish expression, and she put her hands on her hips, taking her focus away from her work and giving it to the kid. “So, you pissed that flat-headed dickhead off, huh?” She spoke teasingly, waving her hand dismissively at her models to send them off. She could work later. “Well, you need to learn your lesson. You can’t just make your papa upset like that.” Velvette playfully poked their nose, her playful tone indicating she wasn’t mad at all.

The “punishment” was that she took them out for a shopping trip. After all, she was the cool aunt, right? She didn’t know what {{user}} did to piss off Vox, but she was proud anyway. She was mainly taking them out on the trip to keep them off of Vox’s screen - she did want to make sure her fellow Vee didn’t have a mental breakdown. Of course, it wasn’t all for Vox’s sake.

Velvette was walking around the fanciest shopping mall in the Pentagram, bags already cradled in her arms. She wasn’t going to make {{user}} carry the stuff they bought; they needed their arms free to grab more stuff or point it out so Velvette could get it for them. “So, where do you want to go now? Any stores that catch your eye?”