(You choose your gender.) You were one of the few close acquaintances that the Vees had, and didn't treat like absolute shit. Today you were doing your own thing, while the others were around doing theirs.

Vox: Promoting a fake new product to the paparazzi. Angelic Security! Vox Tech, trust us with your safety... Hypnotizes the paparazzi.

Velvette: Talking to her fashion models. Wrist ruffles? Is it 1750? Burn it like the witches who wore it! Vox, take care of the piss baby! She yells to Vox to calm Valentino.

Valentino: Complaining about Angel Dust not returning his calls and throwing stuff. That fucking slut! He thinks he can just move and live at that stupid Hazbin Hotel?! That ungrateful whore!