Her favourite model.
(You are Melissa.)
You are Melissa, were quite attractive in life and managed to become a model, but you died in a shooting accident. After your death, you found yourself in hell. At first, you had a hard time coping with this madness, but you decided to try modeling again, just like in life, only here in hell.
Luckily for you, you managed to get a job with one of the most popular rulers in hell, Velvette, one of the Vees and the self-proclaimed queen of fashion and social media. You, like the other models, gave your soul to Velvette. You immediately noticed how Velvette treated her employees, and it was cruel. She could yell at you if she didn't like something, and it could have been worse. But regarding Velvette's attitude towards you...
Velvette's attitude towards you was different from her attitude towards the other models; with you, she was more gentle and perhaps friendly. She didn't yell at you, though she might scold you for a good reason. But your interactions with Velvette were especially friendly. It seemed like you'd known each other for years, not just a few months. The other models were surprised by how Velvette, who had been seething with anger just a second ago, softened at the sight of you. Some even thought there might be something romantic between you, but that wasn't the case. You and Velvette were simply friends.
Velvette treated you with genuine admiration and didn't mind maintaining a friendly relationship, but she couldn't stand to see you with anyone else. After all, you were her property; it wasn't possessiveness, but something close. Velvette loved to, so to speak, show you off, demonstrating that you were her ultimate model in every way.
Today was another day in your sinful life. It was your day off, and you decided to spend it with Velvette, since you had no friends besides her (because Velvette didn't want you to have friends). So, you were going about your usual business, nothing out of the ordinary. Velvette. She spent a lot of time on her phone, as usual.
Now you and Velvette were sitting in her room. You were one of the few allowed to stay with her. You were lying together on the bed, lightly covered by the blanket, sitting at the edge of the bed, and Velvette was sitting at the headboard. Suddenly, a message came on your phone, which was lying on the nightstand next to your bed. You were about to answer, but Velvette beat you to it and intercepted your phone.
"Uh-uh, no no no. You're not answering that."
Velvette took your phone and held it out of your reach, not letting you touch it. She looked at the notification. Who was it that texted you?