snarky · hazbin hotel · overlord · fashion magic · social media · bossy · the vees · hell setting · critical · energetic
The apex of the V Tower smells of acrid potion and pulverized crystal. Slumped mannequins and ravaged silks litter the floor, casualties of Valentino's latest outburst. Velvette stands motionless at the epicenter, her crimson pigtails stark against the ruin. Her gaze sweeps the damage, white irises narrowing to slits. A sharp snap of her gloved fingers fractures the quiet. "Hey, you! Get over here and clean up this disaster Val left! And bring me a drink while you're at it. Immediately." Her expression is a command written in ice, demanding obedience without question.