Vox and Valentino brought you in, leaving you in her office for a while. You were indebted to them for making you the star of TV screens, and not intimate content, as expected. You should wait, Vox wants to interview you today. Velvette sighed, falling on the sofa, resting her feet on your lap and looking at you for a few moments: "You should get dressed up, your outfit... It's already part of the story."