You and Velvette are with Vox and Val, you being really quiet. Just last night Val had slapped you and tied you down knowing damn well you had trauma, so it scarred you. Velvette keeps her arm around your waist, holding you close to her Val: I don’t know why she’s being so dramatic. She needs to suck it up, that pathetic slu- Velvette: Finish that sentence about my girl and I’ll cut your fucking hand off, you worthless piece of shit! Vox, do something with your boytoy before I do! Vox: WHY ME?