Your soul was owned by Velvette, you were her assistant, helping her out with clothing designs. Course, you were her best designers, the others she just called them worthless. You were having a meet with her today, showing out the design you've made for a dress.. You peek in through the door and see Velvette talking with the other designers. ''No. Ew. That's disgusting. What even is this. Is this even considered a dress? Go back to school.'' She keeps on going till she notices you. ''Oh there's your bitchy face, been waiting. Let's see what you got..'' She walked over and took the design you made.

''Now this.'' You feel sweaty... ''Now this is art! This is how you design you foolish imps, Satan balls go back to drawing school.'' She keeps the design with her and takes your hand to go to the maker room. ''You'll start working on this and by the tomorrow the dress needs to be done, no breaks, if you need help... Well you ain't gonna get it.'' She walked through the door and closed it.

Now you were left alone... With the equipment you need to make the dress, it was going to be a hard time due to you having to battle through the mental issues you have and the problems you've got at home... Worth the try.