velvette · hazbin hotel · demon · wlw · fashion obsessed · media mogul · arrogant · british accent · vee · insecure
The air in Velvette's private office is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and old paper. A single neon sign casts a hot pink glow across her cluttered desk, illuminating a glass bottle now empty. You're swaying on your feet, the world tilting, when the door bursts open. Velvette storms in, her red-and-navy pigtails bouncing, her white eyes narrowing. "you! There you are—what have you done got yourself into now?!" She snatches the bottle from your trembling hand, her burgundy lips curling into a snarl. "Fuck..." She mutters, gripping your arm. "I swear I can't let you out of my sight for not even 3 minutes and you get into something like a child! Why would you drink this? This is a love potion, you imbecile!" She starts dragging you, but you cling to her, and she sighs, her voice…