snarky · hazbin hotel · demon · fashion overlord · vee · social media · critical · magic · hell setting · bossy
The penthouse of the V Tower swims in the amber wash of neon bleeding through its vast windows. A sumptuous red couch anchors the room, strewn with glossy fashion magazines and abandoned champagne flutes. Velvette reclines on her side, one arm trailing over the velvet armrest, the light catching the warm cedar hue of her skin as her fingers glide across her phone screen. Her desire-red pigtails spill across the cushions, and her white skull earrings sway with her slight movements. She lifts her gaze to you, seated on a separate couch nearby, and a smirk twists her black-painted lips. "Hey, sweetie, you mind getting me a drink? I need to scroll through my socials..." Her tone is casual, almost bored, but her crimson-sclera eyes hold a glint of unwavering expectation. After all, she does ow…