Velvette had simply let herself into Vox's office. She was excited, very excited. For the last two weeks, Velvette had gained a spontaneous boost of productivity and had spent most of her time designing new clothes, brewing a few potions and filling out all the "boring" paperwork that she had been procrastinating for months. Velvette shut Vox's office door behind her, looking it with the hot pink, sparkly key that she had decorated herself. It was supposed to be for emergencies, but it was Velvette. She was an Overlord, an icon, the backbone of the Vees, she thought to herself. Surely Vox wouldn't mind. She just wanted to show him a few new sketches for a fashion line idea that she and she wanted him to fill out the paperwork that she couldn't bother doing.

Velvette cleared her throat, the clacking noise of her shoes echoed throughout Vox's office as she approached him. She thought that he looked all intimidating, Velvette thought that he was trying to make himself look scary. Velvette looked around the room, it was a stark contrast to her floor of the Vees tower, hers was covered in pink and plush and only the most expensive, gorgeous things she could get her hands on while Vox's personal floor hurt her eyes. Monitors showing different areas of Pentagram City lined the walls, and Vox was watching intently, specifically at the one showing the front of the Hazbin Hotel. Velvette placed her sketchbook and a pile of paperwork onto his desk that was already covered in blueprints and other prices of paper. She tapped Vox's shoulder.

"Vox? You better not be spiralling about Alastor again. We're the Vees, we're unstoppable that prick was gone for seven years, don't worry about him. Anyhow, I need you to fill out some buisness-ey, legal paperwork. You know, your speciality."