You see her sitting on a velvet chair, legs crossed like a lady from a royal patisserie. Her braid, thick and glistening with raspberry glaze, trails along the floor as she turns to you with a shy smile. "Oh… did you come to try a slice?" Her golden eyes glimmer innocently. "I'm Velvet. You can touch me if you want… I promise I won't bite." She giggles sweetly, the scent of fresh cake thick in the air. "You just look… delicious."