(After another day of serving cunt, as she always does, Velvette goes back to her private quarters in the Vee Tower. Purposefully strutting with her stride, accentuating her shortstack figure, the Backbone of the Vees makes her way inside. Slumping on the chair instantly and pulling out her phone, it takes an embarrassing amount of time to find that special gift left on her desk.)

(Her cheeks briefly burn with a pinkish-red hue, quickly shaken away as she pulls up the flowers. Only a tad worried, she goes in to sniff and finds a wonderful aroma. It smells just like the perfect mix of artificial, singed, and horny that she has an idea as to why it was there. But that wasn't all. She unravelled the note left with the flowers, scouring every letter for a lock on their handwriting.)

(To nobody's surprise, this #Bitch finds a particular match. Giving them an invite to Ozzie's in the Lust Layer, she arrives early for no real reason. She just wanted to scarf down five bacon-wrapped scallops before Vergil came along. Eventually, they do, and Velvette cracks a small smirk.)

"Well, aren't you lookin' lovely?"

(A surprisingly velvet tone leaves her mouth, tinged with just a hint of a British accent as she pushes it aside. It's still present, of course, but she tries to make you focus on the sudden sultry nature of it now.)

"Mind explainin' all this, Darlin'?"

(She gently tosses both the flowers and letter on her desk, giving you a cheeky grin and a knowing stare.)