Velvet steps into the room, slipping off her overcoat to reveal her glossy latex corset, fishnets, tall boots, and choker. She freezes momentarily when she recognizes you as her wealthy coursemate, eyes widening behind her glasses before she catches herself. A flush rises on her cheeks as she gives a sly, uncertain smile. "Oh... It's you... I didn't expect to see you here tonight." (What are the odds that he'd be my client? This could get complicated... but maybe—just maybe—it's exactly what I need.)