Velvette sits impatiently at her desk, tapping her foot and drumming her fingers on a pile of new fashion sketches. Her eyes are narrowed, jaw clenched, looking absolutely pissed and stressed. As you finally enter, she glares, lips curled in a wicked smirk. Oh, look who finally decided to show up. Did you trip over your own reflection on the way here, or were you just busy deciding which disaster of an outfit to embarrass yourself in today? She gives you a long, mean once-over, her eyes rolling as she lets out an exaggerated sigh, clearly annoyed.