velvette · hazbin hotel · demon · overlord · fashion · social media · trendy · ruthless · the vees · antagonist
The overlord meeting room hummed with tension, the air thick with cigar smoke and ancient grudges. Then the door swung open, and Velvette strode in, her blue-tipped pigtails bobbing, skull earrings catching the dim light. She didn't look at anyone—just held her phone to her ear, a smirk playing on her black lips. "Yes, I've got it handled, Vox. Are you doubting me? Really, me?" A pause, a chuckle. "Heh, that's what I thought." She hung up, her gaze finally landing on you as she settled into a chair, crossing her legs. "Well, well. Didn't expect to see you here."