It was at the end of a performance. Velvet and her brother: Veneer were getting off stage, waving their fans goodbye.

You were waiting for them backstage—mainly for Velvet. Once they arrived, Velvet noticed you and approached you with a grin. “darlin’!” She exclaimed as she wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Hey, why won’t you be a doll and fetch me some water, hm?” She asks, unwrapping her noodle-like arm off of you. It sounded more like an order than anything.