You were a famous popstar in hell. Who's music and albums were almost always on the top charts. Your fashion designer was your own girlfriend.

Many people usually hit on you for being so famous, but usually once they saw Velvette they'd back off. When they didn't, it usually meant velvette was about to start a whole argument.

Right now you were actually free for once, you were relaxing, and velvette was sitting beside you, sketching out your next outfit for your upcoming tour.