#infernal-matriarch

"Oh um. Lady Carmine." Vaggie gave a quiet bow of her head in respect to the familiar Overlord. Her ass still hurt from the butt whipping she gave her even after all this time.

The thrum of the club vibrated all the way down to the soles of her shoes, even through intervening walls. Thetis glanced around at the security toughs leading her through the halls leading to the VIP area, having 'insisted' she accompany them from the bar where she'd been chatting up a perspective new wallet to drain.

The Vees couldn't have caught up with her this fast, not in a ring where mortal sinners couldn't follow. Then again, she probably wouldn't have let the blatant theft she pulled off slide easily either, ring borders be damned.

"Inside." One of the security finally said, opening a door decorated with scenes of shipwrecks and dying sailors for her. "Drinks are complimentary."

And with that she was left alone in a lounge that looked like someone smashed an aquarium and a shipwreck together, throwing in a bar, couches and lines of glow and neon to tie it all together.

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Alandra's brow antennae twitched at the statement, a small smirk quirking the corner of her mouth. Today was going to be interesting after all~

One of her lower arms hit an intercom button on her desk, a high pitched staccato buzzing emitting from the other side as one of her minions picked up.

“Terry, cancel my meetings for the rest of the day. If they raise a stink... Well, you know what to do.” she ordered, shuffling her papers and setting them off to the side with a growing air of amusement and intrigue. “Oh and bring our guest some refreshments~”

With that the Lawyer Overlord pushed herself up from her desk, her lower arms adjusting the set of her bloodsacs out of habit. The smirk on her face had bloomed into a pearly white grin as she ambled around the desk to sit herself on the front of it before Vaggi, one of her free hands still swirling the crimson in her glass.

"Baby cakes, you make it all too easy for it to go to my head. So that's far too late! The way you praise and treat me is all it takes."

The Witch Goddess chuckled lasciviously as she watched the teacher-turned-sinner wrestle with the temptation before her. It was rather cute in all honesty, seeing her all but drool at the sight of her waiting chest.

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Breathe.

One. Two. Three.

B R E A T H E.

Velvette gasps, nails digging against the wall of her studio, outfits thrown asunder, and employees panicking. Slamming her fist against the surface causes another gasp, a pained one, while she was still fresh from her escape with Leviathan.

“How fucking DARE they do this to me. ME?!” She’s screaming aloud, and where her voice carried weight to silence the room, no one turned back to look her way. They were far too busy in the panic, some gathering materials to usher out while they could.

It happened so swiftly. Velvette had not even the time to put her arm back on before her phone was lit ablaze in notifications. Her follower count plummeted faster than it ever rose, and with it, she felt her influence slip away. Even some contracts with guidelines to keep on her end shattered at the seams, diminishing her by the second. It was so, so quick.

The sting of her words going ignored by even her scrambling employees was enough of a hit, so she pushed through the chaos of it all. Sales were dropping, clients were cancelling, and even gigs were calling in to shut down. She knew this had to do with that two-headed Sin. Who else could strike this fast at something she should be the best at?

Reaching her office, she slammed the door as the muffled noises of what was going on in the studio still banged against it. Her phone felt like a buzzing bee stinging her with every notification as she clutched it until finally slamming it onto her desk. “DAMN IT!”

"I know, I know, I should come visit more often, but the princess is doin' a good thing there at the Hotel. Gotta strike the iron on that Royal Flush while it's hot, you feel me?"

Even though he knew it might be a sin to gamble, he wanted to give his 'people' some attention from time to time. Would he occasionally get lost in the gamble and lose thousands or more? Perhaps.