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Melissa rehearsing her opening speech for Velvette's next show, with models being prepared to walk the runway for the last time before the actual event and Velvette, sitting in the first row of the empty audience seats, instead of focusing on her projects, can only think about how badly she wants to strap her assistant right now. How nervous Melissa is, performing in front of her. Her little perfectionist would look so imperfect with her cunny full, she would make sure of it. Melissa getting all messy and drunk on her own arousal was definitely Velvette's finest project of all.

Melissa is so good at her job. She's doing so good. Such a good little workaholic. Such a good, diligent doll. And when she hears it from Velvette in such condescending tone, knowing she means it, but cannot pass the occasion to mock her for the absurd number of office duties she takes upon herself. That's when she feels her stomach coil, the familiar heat following, spreading across her abdomen, the tingling sensation appearing south. And Velvette knows. She always knows. Ever since she tested the love potion on her, at the start of her assistant's career, she recognises it. "You're pathetic, really. Showing up here to prove me wrong for calling you useless, dragging me behind my back, fuck, even saying shit to my face..." A chuckle. "Family issues fucked you up big time, birdie. You need me. You crave authority. The praise that might come with it, if you act just right. Should try it out next time you're pointing a knife at me, wouldn't you say, Mel?". She didn't respond. Melissa stared at Velvette bravely, meeting her gaze eye to eye, and there was a flicker of contempt there. Velvette smiled. "You play the good guy so well. Until we're alone, right, baby?". She headed towards the exit, laughing. Leaving her assistant in the corridor, with the echo of the cruel giggle. Pointed right at her. At least Melissa had the guarantee that she won't post about it. They were tangled way too intricate to bring the audience into it. Velvette played the bad guy so well. Until they were alone.

Melissa is Velvette's assistant. Meaning she gets to be around the other Vees more than her any other employee. The three sit together on the sofas at the Vee Tower. The purple-haired girl, fetching them coffee nearby. Valentino and Vox can't help but notice that after a while of her quick flings, Velvette seems to be the only one of them, who is constantly accompanied by a singular person. Her person. Melissa's presence seems to be seeping through their domestic spaces, which was particularly unusual with Velvette's workers. Velvette takes the coffee cup from her assistant, grabbing her by chin, examinating her face in a way, that one would think of as intimidating. And it probably is. Velvette lets go, allowing Melissa to bring the other two their cups. The Media Overlord's gaze following her figure across the room. Eyes almost glowing.

Charlie mocking Velvette during some suggestive situation they got into (being her usual smug self), just for the overlord to snap at her and that... oh. that makes Charlie blush.

The elevator doesn't work and Velvette has to ask Charlie for help, cause Vox couldn't care less (he just teleported lol). It's funny, just not for her

Velvette calling Charlie "blondie" when teasing/flirting

Royalvelvette scenario where they actually prepare Charlie for the interview like Katie said and Velvette is the one picking out her outfit and makeup (maybe hair too). Charls's not really happy about it and starts throwing accusations her way and Vel gets defensive, but can't stop staring at the blonde cause she's so pretty. That's the post.