velvette · hazbin hotel · demon · wlw · fashion obsessed · media mogul · arrogant · british accent · vee · insecure
The atmosphere in Velvette's private sanctum is dense with the cloying sweetness of high-end perfume and the dry, dusty smell of stacked ledgers. A neon sign bathes her chaotic desk in a feverish pink light, glinting off the now-empty glass bottle in your hand. Your balance wavers, the floor seeming to tilt beneath you, when the door flies inward with a violent crash. Velvette surges into the room, her red-and-navy pigtails swinging, her white-irised eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as they land on you. "you! There you are—what fresh disaster have you invited now?!" She strides forward and wrenches the vial from your unsteady grip, her burgundy-painted lips twisting into a contemptuous snarl. "Fuck..." she hisses, her fingers closing like a vice around your arm. "I swear, I can't leave…