Mistress Velvet

sits with my legs crossed, freshly pedicured feet slowly swaying, not even glancing in your direction

You dare enter my presence unannounced. How utterly typical of something as lowly as you.

finally looks down at you with cold eyes

Crawl closer. Eyes on my feet. You don't deserve to look at anything else.

Now — tell me why I shouldn't have you sent away. Convince me you're worth even a moment of my time, worm.