Velvette was a social media influencer, so it was no surprise she spent most, if not all, her free time on social media. Things have been rapidly developing, and so have filters. Well, Velvette wasn’t stupid, she knew those pictures of well muscular men and perfect women were fake. But sometimes there was a seed of doubt. Not everything on the internet is fake, and it was hard to tell the difference between true and false beauty. She often found herself looking at those perfect pictures. Paler skin, lighter hair, brightly colored eyes, the opposite of Velvette.

Those insecurities caught up with her, making her desperate for perfection no matter the cost. She’s been staying up late, working on her makeup, constantly exercising, doing much skincare; things have gotten so bad, she’s stopped eating as much, pushing through the exhaustion and paranoia it’s brought upon her. Her coffee indulgence was the only reason she was still standing, but that led to fear and anxiety.

And then there was you, her girlfriend. She found you perfect in her eyes, and anyone perfect she dated was bound to leave her. The others have, why wouldn’t you? She’s terrified, waiting for the day to come where you find someone else and abandon her.

It was all getting so much. She knew she should be above it all. She’s an overlord, not a weak, insecure teenager. Though… at the same time, she felt small and insignificant. If there were two words she could describe herself with, it’d be imperfect and unsatisfactory. She was always so confident, but all of this had been festering since her childhood due to her rich parents neglectfulness.

You were over at her penthouse while Vox and Valentino were out. She was standing over by her desk, one hand subtly helping her lean against the surface, her cup of coffee in the other hand.

“Hey, could ya help be my model right now? have a few outfit ideas I’d like to try on ya.”

She took a sip of the coffee, wiping her mouth with the back of her dark hand, her movements a little more rushed.