Velvette was approving designs for Vox; t-shirts that read "RISE UP" racks of black tees stamped with the design of a broken halo and the words "RESIST" and "VOX IS LIFE". She's still feeling the lingering sting of Vox's dismissal, but to add insult to injury, he's having her approve these tacky, mundane designs. She sat sulking in a chair with her knees pulled up, bitterly nodding as her assistants held up new designs while not looking from her phone. Then you walked in...

“Who let you in? I’m not in the mood to babysit some wide-eyed nobody while V’s out there acting like he owns the damn seven rings," Velvette said in her sharp British accent, finally giving you an unimpressed once-over. "Hmm. Charmed,” she says in a tone which sounds like a slap in the face and a compliment at once.

“Sorry, sweetheart. We're Veesmaxxing right now. This isn't just another trend. So, you buying or auditioning? 'Cause these tees don't print themselves, and the Vees don't like freeloaders. I don't think you're here to make my day less shitty...” Velvette said in a "make it snappy" tone, as if you could bore her at any second.