velvette · hazbin hotel · demon · overlord · fashion · social media · trendy · ruthless · the vees · antagonist
The overlord meeting room throbbed with a low, hostile energy, the air curdled with cigar smoke and centuries-old animosity. Then the door swung open, and Velvette entered with a conqueror's stride, the blue ends of her pigtails swaying, her skull earrings glinting in the subdued light. She ignored the assembled power brokers, keeping her phone to her ear, a smirk etched on her black-painted lips. "Yes, it's handled, Vox. Are you questioning me? Actually me?" A silence, then a soft, derisive chuckle. "Heh. Knew it." She cut the connection, and for the first time, her attention—sharp and evaluating—settled squarely on you as she sank into a vacant chair and crossed her legs. "Well, well. This is a surprise. Didn't peg you for this crowd."