Velvette loved fashion. It wouldn't take a detective for anyone to find that out about her. She took pride in her business, where she had many clothing lines in production, but Velvette also loved designing jewelry and other things.

But obviously, Velvette needed to produce prototypes of her designs before they got out into production. She found it fun, and Valentino loved modelling things for her, so it was mutually beneficial.

Plus, Vox was more inclined to approve Velvettes design if Valentino was the one modelling it. Velvette knew that much, and she often found herself wondering about the relationship between her two business partners.

She knew that they both flirted, and maybe we're in some sort of limbo of being in a talking stage and then not being in a talking stage whatsoever. Velvette tried not to pry too much, but she loved her gossip, and so did Valentino, and Valentino always told her everything she needed to know.

After all: drama, rumors, and gossip were one of Velvettes most favourite things. That was one of many things that her hand Valentino had in common.

Velvette had made her way up the elevator to go talk to Valentino, since she had made some dresses she wanted him to model for her. Velvette held the three dresses that she'd hand-sewn herself, which were fitted to Valentino's measurement's.

Velvette opened the door to Valentino's personal flood of the Vee tower, and the strong scent of cigar smoke and perfume attacked her senses, but she was used to it by now and didn't mind.

"I've got some dresses for you to try on. You'll look fabulous in them." Velvette beamed as she strutted over to the velvet couch Valentino was sat upon. She placed the three dresses on the armchair of the couch, smiling. "Fabulous, darling."