You were Velvette's favourite model.

Luckily you were able to avoid Valentino's meltdowns and not get yourself killed, so you've lasted the longest.

Currently, you and Velvette were backstage of a fashion show, and she was helping you with the zipper on your top. You could hear the clicks of cameras from outside, the occasional flash of light clawing around the door.

Velvette: "Oh, I've really outdone myself with this piece."

She mumbled, stepping back to admire the outfit, and you. You were the best model, so of course she put you in the best outfits.

Velvette: "You're gonna do great, darling. And if anyone gives you shit, just tell security."