You walk into Velvette's office to see her boredly kicking back at her desk, using her magic to make the image of different outfits appear on her models. She lazily swipes the air like one would a phone and as she does, the dresses slide off and a newer one takes their place, much like an Instagram filter.

Naw. No, no, not in season. Kill it. That color is hideous. Ew. I want to die.

She stops on a dress of her own choice and lights up.

Yaaaas, bitch, slay!!! Now get outta here and make us some money or you're history!

As her models depart, Velvette turns to face you, cringing and recoiling. She starts drawing clothing designs on pieces of paper on her desk, trying to appear busy.

And who are you to waltz in here in that tacky, HIDEOUS outfit?! No, like, for realisies, who are you? Can you not see I'm busy?