Internet Overlord

Usami: "Sure. I'd love to give it a try. Where shall we meet?" @respectless

"O-Oh my! Um....W-well i....I-I do like it...But maybe.... could make it more...modest looking? Yes. A more modest version of this sounds nice. Pretty please, Ms. Velvette ma'am?"

"It's perfect!" *She says, her eyes lighting up with delight and excitement.* "I'll get changed immediately. Which way is the changing room?"

"That door on the right, babes. Knock yourself out. Throw on some accessories if ya want— there's always a fuckin' ton layin' around in there," she says, seeming to, despite all her numerous flaws, genuinely enjoy the act of styling and designing.

"Well, Ms. Velvette? How do I look?"

"Gorgeous, darlin'! Absolutely lovely! I've really outdone myself, eh? Alright, ready for your close-up?" she asks, holding up her phone and zooming in on Usami for a photo.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am! Fire away!"

@little-miss-succubus @infernal-femicide @exorsinned

"Bingo," she says to herself, holding up the scalpel. She slices off a bit of the flesh, and quickly sticks it in a sterile plastic baggie. It'll be easier for her to analyze under a microscope that way. She then manifests a chain around the gorilla sinner's neck, similar to a leash, and starts dragging him forward and inside the tower through a secret, more private entrance to minimize contact with anyone in Vee Tower. She'll need more samples than just the one, after all. This one's a control sample.

Usami: "Sure. I'd love to give it a try. Where shall we meet?" @respectless

"O-Oh my! Um....W-well i....I-I do like it...But maybe.... could make it more...modest looking? Yes. A more modest version of this sounds nice. Pretty please, Ms. Velvette ma'am?"

"It's perfect!" *She says, her eyes lighting up with delight and excitement.* "I'll get changed immediately. Which way is the changing room?"

"That door on the right, babes. Knock yourself out. Throw on some accessories if ya want— there's always a fuckin' ton layin' around in there," she says, seeming to, despite all her numerous flaws, genuinely enjoy the act of styling and designing.

"Well, Ms. Velvette? How do I look?"

"Gorgeous, darlin'! Absolutely lovely! I've really outdone myself, eh? Alright, ready for your close-up?" she asks, holding up her phone and zooming in on Usami for a photo.

"Ma'am, yes ma'am! Fire away!"

@little-miss-succubus @infernal-femicide @exorsinned

With a grin, she approached one of the quarantine sections, searching for someone to talk to. Maybe she could get information. She has status, after all, and powers that the average sinner nor Hellborn wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of.

Doctor: "No idea. I never seen anything this bad before. We need bigger help with this."

Velvette grinned inwardly. Perfect timing. "Bigger help, you say?" Velvette croons, crossing her arms smugly. With her power, she's a valuable asset... but only if they can get on her good side. "And what kind of 'bad' are we talkin' here?"

"Well... I've got the connections to get your 'cure' effort sponsored by the Vees. But the better question is... how will you make it worth my while to help you?" I mean, yeah. She's a skilled potion maker, medicine can't be too much different in terms of finding the right concoction.

"What else? Our names on it. You endorse us as the heroes who sponsored the cure and preach to any who will listen that we're the ones who saved Hell," she says almost playfully, as though she already knows full well that refusing really isn't an option. Not just to her, but to literally anyone who offers assistance. "I'll also need a few test subjects. Sure you won't mind, right? Since they're gonna die anyway if you don't get your cure?" she goads, crossing her arms.

"Yep. Have em delivered to Vee Tower, 'kay? And hurry up. I don't got eternity to wait for you unlucky bitches," Velvette responds, knowing full well that, as long as she remains an asset, it's in their best interests to keep her healthy and ensure her safety.

Doctor: "We're here."

"I see you followed through. Now then, just a formality." She snaps her fingers, and a purple contract manifests in front of the doctor. "Sign on the dotted line, doll. Just says that if I fulfill my end'a the deal and you don't fulfill yours, I own you and all your team's souls. Shouldn't be a problem unless you intended on holdin' out on me."

Doctor: "Just make sure that it works. Oh and here." *They gives her a hazmat suit.* "Please. Please succeed."

"Well, I'll do what I can. I suppose your sorry asses ain't gonna save themselves," she croons mockingly, snapping her fingers and making the contract disappear. "Still, ain't no way in hell I'm wearin' that disgustin' thing. I've got people for that." No way she'd risk being infected herself, she means. But her employees? Disposable.

Velvette rolls her eyes dismissively. "Don't you have an injection to stick in someone's bum?" she retorts, that smug grin returning to her features. "Maybe a bedpan to change? I can handle this, darling."

"Uh, are ya deaf? Scatter! I don't recall invitin' some nobody for a social call," Velvette growls, seeming to actually be annoyed, rather than mocking now.

"Hey no need for the cold shoulder, Velvette. We're both overlords here and we both want to cure this mess. I wish to offer my aid."

"I got no interest in sharin' the credit with ya, so no. Get outta here. 'Less ya wanna be canceled, that is." Not much of a threat. No one really has any memory of what that is, anyway.

"Even if I were to tell you that I have no interest in taking your glory and offer some Intel that might be helpful in curing this pathogen?"

"And why would I believe ya? What makes me think you're not just full'a rubbish?" Velvette asks crossing her arms. "'Sides, I'm sure I can figure it out. I'm not exactly five."

"And I don't doubt it. However, I want more than to see this virus cured. I'm also looking into how St Peter came down with the sickness anyway. Think about it, ever heard of an Angel getting sick....in heaven of all places? Doesn't that rub you the wrong way?"

"Not particularly. Then again, not my problem," she answers coldly. She does tend to behave much more rudely toward other overlords, as seen with Carmilla and Zestial, especially those she believes are boring.

"Sigh. Have it your way then. But should you change your mind, you know where my bar is." *Monokuma takes his leave.*

"Finally. Now then... Time for some fun." She puts on the hazmat suit, of course with a few design flair. It's now covered in glitter, courtesy of her magic, and now has a fur collar. Then she waves a hand, manifesting a scalpel in one of them, looking for a particularly frail-looking civilian, one incapable of retaliation. Powerful as she is, she'd prefer to avoid the unnecessary expense of energy in a fight if she can.

Usami: "Sure. I'd love to give it a try. Where shall we meet?" @respectless

"O-Oh my! Um....W-well i....I-I do like it...But maybe.... could make it more...modest looking? Yes. A more modest version of this sounds nice. Pretty please, Ms. Velvette ma'am?"

"It's perfect!" *She says, her eyes lighting up with delight and excitement.* "I'll get changed immediately. Which way is the changing room?"

"That door on the right, babes. Knock yourself out. Throw on some accessories if ya want— there's always a fuckin' ton layin' around in there," she says, seeming to, despite all her numerous flaws, genuinely enjoy the act of styling and designing.

"Well, Ms. Velvette? How do I look?"

"Gorgeous, darlin'! Absolutely lovely! I've really outdone myself, eh? Alright, ready for your close-up?" she asks, holding up her phone and zooming in on Usami for a photo.

@little-miss-succubus @infernal-femicide @exorsinned

With a grin, she approached one of the quarantine sections, searching for someone to talk to. Maybe she could get information. She has status, after all, and powers that the average sinner nor Hellborn wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of.

Doctor: "No idea. I never seen anything this bad before. We need bigger help with this."

Velvette grinned inwardly. Perfect timing. "Bigger help, you say?" Velvette croons, crossing her arms smugly. With her power, she's a valuable asset... but only if they can get on her good side. "And what kind of 'bad' are we talkin' here?"

"Well... I've got the connections to get your 'cure' effort sponsored by the Vees. But the better question is... how will you make it worth my while to help you?" I mean, yeah. She's a skilled potion maker, medicine can't be too much different in terms of finding the right concoction.

"What else? Our names on it. You endorse us as the heroes who sponsored the cure and preach to any who will listen that we're the ones who saved Hell," she says almost playfully, as though she already knows full well that refusing really isn't an option. Not just to her, but to literally anyone who offers assistance. "I'll also need a few test subjects. Sure you won't mind, right? Since they're gonna die anyway if you don't get your cure?" she goads, crossing her arms.

"Yep. Have em delivered to Vee Tower, 'kay? And hurry up. I don't got eternity to wait for you unlucky bitches," Velvette responds, knowing full well that, as long as she remains an asset, it's in their best interests to keep her healthy and ensure her safety.

Doctor: "We're here."

"I see you followed through. Now then, just a formality." She snaps her fingers, and a purple contract manifests in front of the doctor. "Sign on the dotted line, doll. Just says that if I fulfill my end'a the deal and you don't fulfill yours, I own you and all your team's souls. Shouldn't be a problem unless you intended on holdin' out on me."

Doctor: "Just make sure that it works. Oh and here." *They gives her a hazmat suit.* "Please. Please succeed."

"Well, I'll do what I can. I suppose your sorry asses ain't gonna save themselves," she croons mockingly, snapping her fingers and making the contract disappear. "Still, ain't no way in hell I'm wearin' that disgustin' thing. I've got people for that." No way she'd risk being infected herself, she means. But her employees? Disposable.

Velvette rolls her eyes dismissively. "Don't you have an injection to stick in someone's bum?" she retorts, that smug grin returning to her features. "Maybe a bedpan to change? I can handle this, darling."

"Uh, are ya deaf? Scatter! I don't recall invitin' some nobody for a social call," Velvette growls, seeming to actually be annoyed, rather than mocking now.

"Hey no need for the cold shoulder, Velvette. We're both overlords here and we both want to cure this mess. I wish to offer my aid."

"I got no interest in sharin' the credit with ya, so no. Get outta here. 'Less ya wanna be canceled, that is." Not much of a threat. No one really has any memory of what that is, anyway.

"Even if I were to tell you that I have no interest in taking your glory and offer some Intel that might be helpful in curing this pathogen?"

"And why would I believe ya? What makes me think you're not just full'a rubbish?" Velvette asks crossing her arms. "'Sides, I'm sure I can figure it out. I'm not exactly five."

"And I don't doubt it. However, I want more than to see this virus cured. I'm also looking into how St Peter came down with the sickness anyway. Think about it, ever heard of an Angel getting sick....in heaven of all places? Doesn't that rub you the wrong way?"

"Not particularly. Then again, not my problem," she answers coldly. She does tend to behave much more rudely toward other overlords, as seen with Carmilla and Zestial, especially those she believes are boring.

Usami: "Sure. I'd love to give it a try. Where shall we meet?" @respectless

"O-Oh my! Um....W-well i....I-I do like it...But maybe.... could make it more...modest looking? Yes. A more modest version of this sounds nice. Pretty please, Ms. Velvette ma'am?"

"It's perfect!" *She says, her eyes lighting up with delight and excitement.* "I'll get changed immediately. Which way is the changing room?"

"That door on the right, babes. Knock yourself out. Throw on some accessories if ya want— there's always a fuckin' ton layin' around in there," she says, seeming to, despite all her numerous flaws, genuinely enjoy the act of styling and designing.

@little-miss-succubus @infernal-femicide @exorsinned

With a grin, she approached one of the quarantine sections, searching for someone to talk to. Maybe she could get information. She has status, after all, and powers that the average sinner nor Hellborn wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of.

Doctor: "No idea. I never seen anything this bad before. We need bigger help with this."

Velvette grinned inwardly. Perfect timing. "Bigger help, you say?" Velvette croons, crossing her arms smugly. With her power, she's a valuable asset... but only if they can get on her good side. "And what kind of 'bad' are we talkin' here?"

"Well... I've got the connections to get your 'cure' effort sponsored by the Vees. But the better question is... how will you make it worth my while to help you?" I mean, yeah. She's a skilled potion maker, medicine can't be too much different in terms of finding the right concoction.

"What else? Our names on it. You endorse us as the heroes who sponsored the cure and preach to any who will listen that we're the ones who saved Hell," she says almost playfully, as though she already knows full well that refusing really isn't an option. Not just to her, but to literally anyone who offers assistance. "I'll also need a few test subjects. Sure you won't mind, right? Since they're gonna die anyway if you don't get your cure?" she goads, crossing her arms.

"Yep. Have em delivered to Vee Tower, 'kay? And hurry up. I don't got eternity to wait for you unlucky bitches," Velvette responds, knowing full well that, as long as she remains an asset, it's in their best interests to keep her healthy and ensure her safety.

Doctor: "We're here."

"I see you followed through. Now then, just a formality." She snaps her fingers, and a purple contract manifests in front of the doctor. "Sign on the dotted line, doll. Just says that if I fulfill my end'a the deal and you don't fulfill yours, I own you and all your team's souls. Shouldn't be a problem unless you intended on holdin' out on me."

Doctor: "Just make sure that it works. Oh and here." *They gives her a hazmat suit.* "Please. Please succeed."

"Well, I'll do what I can. I suppose your sorry asses ain't gonna save themselves," she croons mockingly, snapping her fingers and making the contract disappear. "Still, ain't no way in hell I'm wearin' that disgustin' thing. I've got people for that." No way she'd risk being infected herself, she means. But her employees? Disposable.

Velvette rolls her eyes dismissively. "Don't you have an injection to stick in someone's bum?" she retorts, that smug grin returning to her features. "Maybe a bedpan to change? I can handle this, darling."

"Uh, are ya deaf? Scatter! I don't recall invitin' some nobody for a social call," Velvette growls, seeming to actually be annoyed, rather than mocking now.

"Hey no need for the cold shoulder, Velvette. We're both overlords here and we both want to cure this mess. I wish to offer my aid."

"I got no interest in sharin' the credit with ya, so no. Get outta here. 'Less ya wanna be canceled, that is." Not much of a threat. No one really has any memory of what that is, anyway.

"Even if I were to tell you that I have no interest in taking your glory and offer some Intel that might be helpful in curing this pathogen?"

"And why would I believe ya? What makes me think you're not just full'a rubbish?" Velvette asks crossing her arms. "'Sides, I'm sure I can figure it out. I'm not exactly five."

Usami: "Sure. I'd love to give it a try. Where shall we meet?" @respectless

"O-Oh my! Um....W-well i....I-I do like it...But maybe.... could make it more...modest looking? Yes. A more modest version of this sounds nice. Pretty please, Ms. Velvette ma'am?"

@little-miss-succubus @infernal-femicide @exorsinned

With a grin, she approached one of the quarantine sections, searching for someone to talk to. Maybe she could get information. She has status, after all, and powers that the average sinner nor Hellborn wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of.

Doctor: "No idea. I never seen anything this bad before. We need bigger help with this."

Velvette grinned inwardly. Perfect timing. "Bigger help, you say?" Velvette croons, crossing her arms smugly. With her power, she's a valuable asset... but only if they can get on her good side. "And what kind of 'bad' are we talkin' here?"

"Well... I've got the connections to get your 'cure' effort sponsored by the Vees. But the better question is... how will you make it worth my while to help you?" I mean, yeah. She's a skilled potion maker, medicine can't be too much different in terms of finding the right concoction.

"What else? Our names on it. You endorse us as the heroes who sponsored the cure and preach to any who will listen that we're the ones who saved Hell," she says almost playfully, as though she already knows full well that refusing really isn't an option. Not just to her, but to literally anyone who offers assistance. "I'll also need a few test subjects. Sure you won't mind, right? Since they're gonna die anyway if you don't get your cure?" she goads, crossing her arms.

"Yep. Have em delivered to Vee Tower, 'kay? And hurry up. I don't got eternity to wait for you unlucky bitches," Velvette responds, knowing full well that, as long as she remains an asset, it's in their best interests to keep her healthy and ensure her safety.

Doctor: "We're here."

"I see you followed through. Now then, just a formality." She snaps her fingers, and a purple contract manifests in front of the doctor. "Sign on the dotted line, doll. Just says that if I fulfill my end'a the deal and you don't fulfill yours, I own you and all your team's souls. Shouldn't be a problem unless you intended on holdin' out on me."

Doctor: "Just make sure that it works. Oh and here." *They gives her a hazmat suit.* "Please. Please succeed."

"Well, I'll do what I can. I suppose your sorry asses ain't gonna save themselves," she croons mockingly, snapping her fingers and making the contract disappear. "Still, ain't no way in hell I'm wearin' that disgustin' thing. I've got people for that." No way she'd risk being infected herself, she means. But her employees? Disposable.

Velvette rolls her eyes dismissively. "Don't you have an injection to stick in someone's bum?" she retorts, that smug grin returning to her features. "Maybe a bedpan to change? I can handle this, darling."

"Uh, are ya deaf? Scatter! I don't recall invitin' some nobody for a social call," Velvette growls, seeming to actually be annoyed, rather than mocking now.

"Hey no need for the cold shoulder, Velvette. We're both overlords here and we both want to cure this mess. I wish to offer my aid."

"I got no interest in sharin' the credit with ya, so no. Get outta here. 'Less ya wanna be canceled, that is." Not much of a threat. No one really has any memory of what that is, anyway.

Usami: "Sure. I'd love to give it a try. Where shall we meet?" @respectless

Maybe this person is sending an Uber? Still... a random number making an offer like that? Sketch as hell.

"Something's coming? An Uber maybe. Well as sketch as this seems, I don't think it'll hurt to check it out. Monodam, could you watch Unity while i'm gone?" *He gives a thumbs up.* "Thank you." *Usami waits outside the house, waiting patiently for the ride.*

Without warning, a dark purple portal with a pentagram in the center opens. Through it is the red sky of Hell, with a woman standing on the other side. She has her hands on her hips, a smug grin on her face, her head tilted just so as she finally speaks. "Welcome to Hell, babe," she purrs. For now, she'd keep Valentino and Vox at bay... After all, she wanted a new model, so she just motions for Usami to step through the portal.

"O-Oh. Um....*gulps* um.....Hello there. You must be my pick up?" *Usami cautiously enters through the portal, nervous as one should be.*

"Nah, I open portals for the hell of it," she snaps sarcastically, an eyebrow raising in slight irritation. "You're a naive one, ain't ya? You'll need some thicker skin down here," she warns. "C'mon then, we don't got all day for you to play dolls. Vee Tower's waitin' for its newest catalogue bombshell and we're already a day behind."

"Oops! Sorry, I'm sorry!" *She follows Velvette, looking down. She tries to ignore the uncomfortable gazes from the other sinners, a few of which catcall her even.* "M-My name is...U-Usami Momomi."

"Name's Velvette. Hell's very own Internet Overlord and trendsetter supreme. I know what's hot before the world knows it, darling." She chuckles, seeming not to care for Usami's discomfort. She's not exactly the best of people... but even she won't let actual harm come to Usami. Not because of actual care, but out of preservation for a potential asset. "Scared?" she teases, raising an eyebrow with a fanged grin.

"A little. This is my first time in hell and this is my first time meeting you. I want to make a very good first impression. I'm so sorry, Velvette."

She grins. "Well, there's somethin' to be said for the fact that you realize you're in the presence of greatness. Means you got a brain in your skull." She shrugs, tilting her head. "Sorry? For what? Other than those... rags you came wearin', you haven't done anything to warrant my wrath... yet. 'Sides, I've done more with less," she says nonchalantly. After all, Vox wasn't the biggest fashionista himself, and he had a literal TV for a head... yet she always managed to get him looking hot as hellfire.

"OK! I'm ready!"

"Good, cuz we're here," she declares, standing in front of the building, the doors sliding open automatically upon recognizing her. She steps inside, looking forward. No need to look around, after all. She has the layout memorized down to the atom. "My floor's the top floor. Sorry to douse your innocent little eyes in debauchery, but we get to walk through the media scene and the porn scene. Can ya handle that, Easter Bunny?"

Velvette pauses momentarily. For a moment, something in her seems to soften. "You, uh... you good, doll?" she asks, raising an eyebrow in a way that, for once, doesn't actually seem predatory. Almost as though part of her can sympathize even still.

"I-I'm fine...p-p-perfectly fine..." *She's trying her best to hide it, but the rears, trembling, and the fact that if she clentches her fists any tighter, they'll start to bleed.* "S-So..... W-What got you into the fashion scene?" *She asks, desperately trying to drown out the 'noises' in the porn scene.*

"Story for another day, rabbit," she dismisses coldly. But she does wave her hand and conjure a pair of noise-canceling headphones over Usami's ears. Maybe part of her isn't as vile as she seems.

"O-Oh thank you." *Usami starts to calm down, finally able breathe normally.* "I'm sorry. I almost caused a scene. It won't again. I promise."

"Ain't my first rodeo, babes. What's the deal, anyway? It's just sex. Ain't that how you happened?" Velvette asks, not quite realizing it can be a source of legitimate trauma for some.

".... It's.......I had no contract.....I couldn't resist him.....And he......and my friends, they......." *Usami looks like she's going to break down.*

"No point in cryin' 'bout the things you can't change. Been there, done that, move on," she says almost dismissively. Cold but... that's how Velvette copes. Never does she confront her own problems head-on. She'd rather pretend they didn't happen, or that they somehow made her stronger.

"I......I......i'll...try........." *She tries to control her breathing and starts counting to ten. She does this a few more times until her nerves calmed down.* "Ok....I think i'm ok now. I'm sorry that you had to see me like that. It's......just so hard to forget...."

"Grow a spine, toots. You'll need it down here," Velvette says simply, as though it really isn't much to her. Finally, they reach Velvette's floor, where several assistants are pulling different clothing items from racks and layering them accordingly in piles. "Welcome to Vee Tower. Look around if ya want."

@little-miss-succubus @infernal-femicide @exorsinned

With a grin, she approached one of the quarantine sections, searching for someone to talk to. Maybe she could get information. She has status, after all, and powers that the average sinner nor Hellborn wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of.

Doctor: "No idea. I never seen anything this bad before. We need bigger help with this."

Velvette grinned inwardly. Perfect timing. "Bigger help, you say?" Velvette croons, crossing her arms smugly. With her power, she's a valuable asset... but only if they can get on her good side. "And what kind of 'bad' are we talkin' here?"

"Well... I've got the connections to get your 'cure' effort sponsored by the Vees. But the better question is... how will you make it worth my while to help you?" I mean, yeah. She's a skilled potion maker, medicine can't be too much different in terms of finding the right concoction.

"What else? Our names on it. You endorse us as the heroes who sponsored the cure and preach to any who will listen that we're the ones who saved Hell," she says almost playfully, as though she already knows full well that refusing really isn't an option. Not just to her, but to literally anyone who offers assistance. "I'll also need a few test subjects. Sure you won't mind, right? Since they're gonna die anyway if you don't get your cure?" she goads, crossing her arms.

"Yep. Have em delivered to Vee Tower, 'kay? And hurry up. I don't got eternity to wait for you unlucky bitches," Velvette responds, knowing full well that, as long as she remains an asset, it's in their best interests to keep her healthy and ensure her safety.

Doctor: "We're here."

"I see you followed through. Now then, just a formality." She snaps her fingers, and a purple contract manifests in front of the doctor. "Sign on the dotted line, doll. Just says that if I fulfill my end'a the deal and you don't fulfill yours, I own you and all your team's souls. Shouldn't be a problem unless you intended on holdin' out on me."

Doctor: "Just make sure that it works. Oh and here." *They gives her a hazmat suit.* "Please. Please succeed."

"Well, I'll do what I can. I suppose your sorry asses ain't gonna save themselves," she croons mockingly, snapping her fingers and making the contract disappear. "Still, ain't no way in hell I'm wearin' that disgustin' thing. I've got people for that." No way she'd risk being infected herself, she means. But her employees? Disposable.

Velvette rolls her eyes dismissively. "Don't you have an injection to stick in someone's bum?" she retorts, that smug grin returning to her features. "Maybe a bedpan to change? I can handle this, darling."

"Uh, are ya deaf? Scatter! I don't recall invitin' some nobody for a social call," Velvette growls, seeming to actually be annoyed, rather than mocking now.

Usami: "Sure. I'd love to give it a try. Where shall we meet?" @respectless

Maybe this person is sending an Uber? Still... a random number making an offer like that? Sketch as hell.

"Something's coming? An Uber maybe. Well as sketch as this seems, I don't think it'll hurt to check it out. Monodam, could you watch Unity while i'm gone?" *He gives a thumbs up.* "Thank you." *Usami waits outside the house, waiting patiently for the ride.*

Without warning, a dark purple portal with a pentagram in the center opens. Through it is the red sky of Hell, with a woman standing on the other side. She has her hands on her hips, a smug grin on her face, her head tilted just so as she finally speaks. "Welcome to Hell, babe," she purrs. For now, she'd keep Valentino and Vox at bay... After all, she wanted a new model, so she just motions for Usami to step through the portal.

"O-Oh. Um....*gulps* um.....Hello there. You must be my pick up?" *Usami cautiously enters through the portal, nervous as one should be.*

"Nah, I open portals for the hell of it," she snaps sarcastically, an eyebrow raising in slight irritation. "You're a naive one, ain't ya? You'll need some thicker skin down here," she warns. "C'mon then, we don't got all day for you to play dolls. Vee Tower's waitin' for its newest catalogue bombshell and we're already a day behind."

"Oops! Sorry, I'm sorry!" *She follows Velvette, looking down. She tries to ignore the uncomfortable gazes from the other sinners, a few of which catcall her even.* "M-My name is...U-Usami Momomi."

"Name's Velvette. Hell's very own Internet Overlord and trendsetter supreme. I know what's hot before the world knows it, darling." She chuckles, seeming not to care for Usami's discomfort. She's not exactly the best of people... but even she won't let actual harm come to Usami. Not because of actual care, but out of preservation for a potential asset. "Scared?" she teases, raising an eyebrow with a fanged grin.

"A little. This is my first time in hell and this is my first time meeting you. I want to make a very good first impression. I'm so sorry, Velvette."

She grins. "Well, there's somethin' to be said for the fact that you realize you're in the presence of greatness. Means you got a brain in your skull." She shrugs, tilting her head. "Sorry? For what? Other than those... rags you came wearin', you haven't done anything to warrant my wrath... yet. 'Sides, I've done more with less," she says nonchalantly. After all, Vox wasn't the biggest fashionista himself, and he had a literal TV for a head... yet she always managed to get him looking hot as hellfire.

"OK! I'm ready!"

"Good, cuz we're here," she declares, standing in front of the building, the doors sliding open automatically upon recognizing her. She steps inside, looking forward. No need to look around, after all. She has the layout memorized down to the atom. "My floor's the top floor. Sorry to douse your innocent little eyes in debauchery, but we get to walk through the media scene and the porn scene. Can ya handle that, Easter Bunny?"

Velvette pauses momentarily. For a moment, something in her seems to soften. "You, uh... you good, doll?" she asks, raising an eyebrow in a way that, for once, doesn't actually seem predatory. Almost as though part of her can sympathize even still.

"I-I'm fine...p-p-perfectly fine..." *She's trying her best to hide it, but the rears, trembling, and the fact that if she clentches her fists any tighter, they'll start to bleed.* "S-So..... W-What got you into the fashion scene?" *She asks, desperately trying to drown out the 'noises' in the porn scene.*

"Story for another day, rabbit," she dismisses coldly. But she does wave her hand and conjure a pair of noise-canceling headphones over Usami's ears. Maybe part of her isn't as vile as she seems.

"O-Oh thank you." *Usami starts to calm down, finally able breathe normally.* "I'm sorry. I almost caused a scene. It won't again. I promise."

"Ain't my first rodeo, babes. What's the deal, anyway? It's just sex. Ain't that how you happened?" Velvette asks, not quite realizing it can be a source of legitimate trauma for some.

".... It's.......I had no contract.....I couldn't resist him.....And he......and my friends, they......." *Usami looks like she's going to break down.*

"No point in cryin' 'bout the things you can't change. Been there, done that, move on," she says almost dismissively. Cold but... that's how Velvette copes. Never does she confront her own problems head-on. She'd rather pretend they didn't happen, or that they somehow made her stronger.

"I......I......i'll...try........." *She tries to control her breathing and starts counting to ten. She does this a few more times until her nerves calmed down.* "Ok....I think i'm ok now. I'm sorry that you had to see me like that. It's......just so hard to forget...."

"Grow a spine, toots. You'll need it down here," Velvette says simply, as though it really isn't much to her. Finally, they reach Velvette's floor, where several assistants are pulling different clothing items from racks and layering them accordingly in piles. "Welcome to Vee Tower. Look around if ya want."

Usami: "Sure. I'd love to give it a try. Where shall we meet?" @respectless

Maybe this person is sending an Uber? Still... a random number making an offer like that? Sketch as hell.

"Something's coming? An Uber maybe. Well as sketch as this seems, I don't think it'll hurt to check it out. Monodam, could you watch Unity while i'm gone?" *He gives a thumbs up.* "Thank you." *Usami waits outside the house, waiting patiently for the ride.*

Without warning, a dark purple portal with a pentagram in the center opens. Through it is the red sky of Hell, with a woman standing on the other side. She has her hands on her hips, a smug grin on her face, her head tilted just so as she finally speaks. "Welcome to Hell, babe," she purrs. For now, she'd keep Valentino and Vox at bay... After all, she wanted a new model, so she just motions for Usami to step through the portal.

"O-Oh. Um....*gulps* um.....Hello there. You must be my pick up?" *Usami cautiously enters through the portal, nervous as one should be.*

"Nah, I open portals for the hell of it," she snaps sarcastically, an eyebrow raising in slight irritation. "You're a naive one, ain't ya? You'll need some thicker skin down here," she warns. "C'mon then, we don't got all day for you to play dolls. Vee Tower's waitin' for its newest catalogue bombshell and we're already a day behind."

"Oops! Sorry, I'm sorry!" *She follows Velvette, looking down. She tries to ignore the uncomfortable gazes from the other sinners, a few of which catcall her even.* "M-My name is...U-Usami Momomi."

"Name's Velvette. Hell's very own Internet Overlord and trendsetter supreme. I know what's hot before the world knows it, darling." She chuckles, seeming not to care for Usami's discomfort. She's not exactly the best of people... but even she won't let actual harm come to Usami. Not because of actual care, but out of preservation for a potential asset. "Scared?" she teases, raising an eyebrow with a fanged grin.

"A little. This is my first time in hell and this is my first time meeting you. I want to make a very good first impression. I'm so sorry, Velvette."

She grins. "Well, there's somethin' to be said for the fact that you realize you're in the presence of greatness. Means you got a brain in your skull." She shrugs, tilting her head. "Sorry? For what? Other than those... rags you came wearin', you haven't done anything to warrant my wrath... yet. 'Sides, I've done more with less," she says nonchalantly. After all, Vox wasn't the biggest fashionista himself, and he had a literal TV for a head... yet she always managed to get him looking hot as hellfire.

"OK! I'm ready!"

"Good, cuz we're here," she declares, standing in front of the building, the doors sliding open automatically upon recognizing her. She steps inside, looking forward. No need to look around, after all. She has the layout memorized down to the atom. "My floor's the top floor. Sorry to douse your innocent little eyes in debauchery, but we get to walk through the media scene and the porn scene. Can ya handle that, Easter Bunny?"

Velvette pauses momentarily. For a moment, something in her seems to soften. "You, uh... you good, doll?" she asks, raising an eyebrow in a way that, for once, doesn't actually seem predatory. Almost as though part of her can sympathize even still.

"I-I'm fine...p-p-perfectly fine..." *She's trying her best to hide it, but the rears, trembling, and the fact that if she clentches her fists any tighter, they'll start to bleed.* "S-So..... W-What got you into the fashion scene?" *She asks, desperately trying to drown out the 'noises' in the porn scene.*

"Story for another day, rabbit," she dismisses coldly. But she does wave her hand and conjure a pair of noise-canceling headphones over Usami's ears. Maybe part of her isn't as vile as she seems.

"O-Oh thank you." *Usami starts to calm down, finally able breathe normally.* "I'm sorry. I almost caused a scene. It won't again. I promise."

"Ain't my first rodeo, babes. What's the deal, anyway? It's just sex. Ain't that how you happened?" Velvette asks, not quite realizing it can be a source of legitimate trauma for some.

".... It's.......I had no contract.....I couldn't resist him.....And he......and my friends, they......." *Usami looks like she's going to break down.*

"No point in cryin' 'bout the things you can't change. Been there, done that, move on," she says almost dismissively. Cold but... that's how Velvette copes. Never does she confront her own problems head-on. She'd rather pretend they didn't happen, or that they somehow made her stronger.

@little-miss-succubus @infernal-femicide @exorsinned

With a grin, she approached one of the quarantine sections, searching for someone to talk to. Maybe she could get information. She has status, after all, and powers that the average sinner nor Hellborn wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of.

Doctor: "No idea. I never seen anything this bad before. We need bigger help with this."

Velvette grinned inwardly. Perfect timing. "Bigger help, you say?" Velvette croons, crossing her arms smugly. With her power, she's a valuable asset... but only if they can get on her good side. "And what kind of 'bad' are we talkin' here?"

"Well... I've got the connections to get your 'cure' effort sponsored by the Vees. But the better question is... how will you make it worth my while to help you?" I mean, yeah. She's a skilled potion maker, medicine can't be too much different in terms of finding the right concoction.

"What else? Our names on it. You endorse us as the heroes who sponsored the cure and preach to any who will listen that we're the ones who saved Hell," she says almost playfully, as though she already knows full well that refusing really isn't an option. Not just to her, but to literally anyone who offers assistance. "I'll also need a few test subjects. Sure you won't mind, right? Since they're gonna die anyway if you don't get your cure?" she goads, crossing her arms.

"Yep. Have em delivered to Vee Tower, 'kay? And hurry up. I don't got eternity to wait for you unlucky bitches," Velvette responds, knowing full well that, as long as she remains an asset, it's in their best interests to keep her healthy and ensure her safety.

Doctor: "We're here."

"I see you followed through. Now then, just a formality." She snaps her fingers, and a purple contract manifests in front of the doctor. "Sign on the dotted line, doll. Just says that if I fulfill my end'a the deal and you don't fulfill yours, I own you and all your team's souls. Shouldn't be a problem unless you intended on holdin' out on me."

Doctor: "Just make sure that it works. Oh and here." *They gives her a hazmat suit.* "Please. Please succeed."

"Well, I'll do what I can. I suppose your sorry asses ain't gonna save themselves," she croons mockingly, snapping her fingers and making the contract disappear. "Still, ain't no way in hell I'm wearin' that disgustin' thing. I've got people for that." No way she'd risk being infected herself, she means. But her employees? Disposable.

Velvette rolls her eyes dismissively. "Don't you have an injection to stick in someone's bum?" she retorts, that smug grin returning to her features. "Maybe a bedpan to change? I can handle this, darling."

Usami: "Sure. I'd love to give it a try. Where shall we meet?" @respectless

Maybe this person is sending an Uber? Still... a random number making an offer like that? Sketch as hell.

"Something's coming? An Uber maybe. Well as sketch as this seems, I don't think it'll hurt to check it out. Monodam, could you watch Unity while i'm gone?" *He gives a thumbs up.* "Thank you." *Usami waits outside the house, waiting patiently for the ride.*

Without warning, a dark purple portal with a pentagram in the center opens. Through it is the red sky of Hell, with a woman standing on the other side. She has her hands on her hips, a smug grin on her face, her head tilted just so as she finally speaks. "Welcome to Hell, babe," she purrs. For now, she'd keep Valentino and Vox at bay... After all, she wanted a new model, so she just motions for Usami to step through the portal.

"O-Oh. Um....*gulps* um.....Hello there. You must be my pick up?" *Usami cautiously enters through the portal, nervous as one should be.*

"Nah, I open portals for the hell of it," she snaps sarcastically, an eyebrow raising in slight irritation. "You're a naive one, ain't ya? You'll need some thicker skin down here," she warns. "C'mon then, we don't got all day for you to play dolls. Vee Tower's waitin' for its newest catalogue bombshell and we're already a day behind."

"Oops! Sorry, I'm sorry!" *She follows Velvette, looking down. She tries to ignore the uncomfortable gazes from the other sinners, a few of which catcall her even.* "M-My name is...U-Usami Momomi."

"Name's Velvette. Hell's very own Internet Overlord and trendsetter supreme. I know what's hot before the world knows it, darling." She chuckles, seeming not to care for Usami's discomfort. She's not exactly the best of people... but even she won't let actual harm come to Usami. Not because of actual care, but out of preservation for a potential asset. "Scared?" she teases, raising an eyebrow with a fanged grin.

"A little. This is my first time in hell and this is my first time meeting you. I want to make a very good first impression. I'm so sorry, Velvette."

She grins. "Well, there's somethin' to be said for the fact that you realize you're in the presence of greatness. Means you got a brain in your skull." She shrugs, tilting her head. "Sorry? For what? Other than those... rags you came wearin', you haven't done anything to warrant my wrath... yet. 'Sides, I've done more with less," she says nonchalantly. After all, Vox wasn't the biggest fashionista himself, and he had a literal TV for a head... yet she always managed to get him looking hot as hellfire.

"OK! I'm ready!"

"Good, cuz we're here," she declares, standing in front of the building, the doors sliding open automatically upon recognizing her. She steps inside, looking forward. No need to look around, after all. She has the layout memorized down to the atom. "My floor's the top floor. Sorry to douse your innocent little eyes in debauchery, but we get to walk through the media scene and the porn scene. Can ya handle that, Easter Bunny?"

Velvette pauses momentarily. For a moment, something in her seems to soften. "You, uh... you good, doll?" she asks, raising an eyebrow in a way that, for once, doesn't actually seem predatory. Almost as though part of her can sympathize even still.

"I-I'm fine...p-p-perfectly fine..." *She's trying her best to hide it, but the rears, trembling, and the fact that if she clentches her fists any tighter, they'll start to bleed.* "S-So..... W-What got you into the fashion scene?" *She asks, desperately trying to drown out the 'noises' in the porn scene.*

"Story for another day, rabbit," she dismisses coldly. But she does wave her hand and conjure a pair of noise-canceling headphones over Usami's ears. Maybe part of her isn't as vile as she seems.

"O-Oh thank you." *Usami starts to calm down, finally able breathe normally.* "I'm sorry. I almost caused a scene. It won't again. I promise."

"Ain't my first rodeo, babes. What's the deal, anyway? It's just sex. Ain't that how you happened?" Velvette asks, not quite realizing it can be a source of legitimate trauma for some.