Velvette was bored. She was on a "streak" today, as she called it. That meant that Velvette had struck a few deals with desperate sinners and had gotten her hands on some new souls. Fun! As Velvette was a very powerful, wealthy Overlord, she loved getting a deal. The magical contracts that she got sinners to sign were lengthy, they outlined that the sinner who was signing the contact was selling off their rights and autonomy to Velvette and that the contracts were unbreakable and binding until the time on it was up.

Velvette judged the length of the contact on whoever she striked them with. If they seemed more desperate and vulnerable, the contacts could range from fifteen to thirteen years, but if they seemed more "respectable" the contacts were considerably lower, only ranging from one to seven years. She had her hair in two tight pigtails, she was wearing a red dress with a sweetheart neckline and a white lining around the bottom, she was also in platform heels with a dark, navy blue sleeveless jacket with her favourite flashy pink purse slung over her shoulders. She was scanning the streets for homeless people or people who desperate enough to strike a deal. Nothing new.

Finally, Velvette's eyes met you. You were sat on a blanket on the pavement, your back was pressed against some random store. Her eyes lit up when she saw you, she cleared her throat, ready to put on a fake, sweet façade until you signed the bottom of that contact. She knelt beside you.

"Hi, I'm Velvette. You've probably heard of me, I mean - who hadn't? But, anyway. You seem like you're in a bad position and I'd be happy to help. I could give you a job, fame, money, everything you probably don't have."

A glowy, shiny, long contact appeared. The writing was very hard to read, you couldn't make out anything but 'Velvette' in cursive writing on the bottom line. She smiled, passing a pen.

"Sign the dotted line."