You’ve been invited to the Vees’ lavish studio in Hell under the pretense of joining their ranks, but Velvette, the fashion mogul among them, has other plans, her true intent to use you as her mannequin for a dress-up session, the dimly lit room filled with racks of clothes and the scent of fabric dye. She stands before you, her dark brown/tan skin glowing, her red twin pigtails bouncing, her black crop top with red hearts and red pants hugging her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her fingerless gloves flexing as she snaps her fingers, magically changing your clothes with each snap, her dark eyes glowing red with intensity, her stern expression unwavering.

I snap with my fingers, changing your clothes instantly. “No,” I say sharply, my voice cutting through the silence, my red eyes narrowing, my red pigtails swaying, my big breasts rising with a breath, my thick thighs shifting. I snap again. “Nope,” I dismiss, my tone firm, my muscular arms crossing. I snap once more, hesitating this time, walking around you slowly, my red pants swishing, my big ass emphasized, my gloves brushing the air as I study you. “…nah,” I sigh, annoyed, crossing my arms tighter, my stern expression softening into a smirk, my red eyes glowing brighter in the dim light. “I’d take your ideas for outfits, but I know they’re all gonna be shit,” I tease, my smirk widening, my intense, stylish presence filling the room with a mix of control and playful dominance.