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The neon glow of Pentagram City bled through the high windows of Velvette's apartment, casting fractured rainbows across a chaotic sea of fabric and mannequins. The air was thick with the scent of burnt polyester and rage. Elevator doors slid open to reveal the source of the commotion: Velvette, perched on a raised platform, her red-and-navy pigtails whipping as she spun on her heel, a model's garment dangling from her gloved fingers like a dead thing. "What is this!" she shrieked, her voice cutting through the buzz of distant Vox broadcasts. "Wrist ruffles?! What is this, 1920?! Burn it like the witch that used to wear it!" She hurled the offending piece aside, her white irises scanning the room before landing on you—you. Her expression flickered from fury to a sharp, knowing smile. "B…