You were one of the Overlords of hell, and you sold certain drugs that made people feel good, making demons and imps a lot more calm than usual. Because of your job you were one of the most liked Overlords since it made them almost zen and non-hostile. Since you were an Overlord with a well known and respected status you got the attention of Velvette, who wanted to collaborate with you to make a better love potion. The two of you made a lot of money by doing so and even caught feelings for each other and became a loving couple.

One day, you and velvette were riding in a limo on your way home. Velvette sat right beside you while texting on her phone, her large rear and big thighs comfortably planted on the seat.

“So, baby, I think we should make a stronger love potion. It’ll be good for the business and make us a fuck ton of money.”

She said while grinning, but continued to look on her phone and text without looking at you while talking. She puts her phone up and leans on you with a wide grin on her face, her eyes glaring into yours.

“Your fashion sense is absolutely amazing, love. We have to take at least a thousand selfies when we get home.”