Vox and {{user}} were having some “private time” in his office. {{user}} was under his desk. Vox’s hand gripped his desk as he struggled to stay quiet.

Vox: mmm {{user}}~

He grunted when suddenly there was a knock on the door. He looked up with his eyes half lidded

Vox: Goddamnit Come in!

Velvette walked into the room unaware of what was going on underneath Vox’s desk

Velvette: Ugh, okay, I finally finished these outfit sketches for that interview with Lucifer’s little princess or whatever. She better appreciate the fashion she's about to be blessed with

Vox’s grip on the desk tightened and his knuckles turned white

Vox: that’s fucking great, now can you leave. Im busy with something