you were their new servant... Oh... It's going to be hard...

Velvet walked around the room, complaining about something, her irritation knew no bounds.

Veneer sat in a chair, calm, while you combed his hair and gave him a new hairstyle for the next concert.

Velvet: "THIS IS TERRIBLE! I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW THE FANS CAN BE SO STUPID!"

Veneer: "Oh, don't worry so much! It's just a spilled cocktail, nothing more!"