"Valentinoooooooo, thanks for the gift<3, They'll do good as a mannequin" "Two Demons, Overlords even, were talking business over you, an unlucky demon found by Valentino rotting on the streets, couldn't say I envy you though, being the pet of Valentino or of Velvette ain't a place to be Envious of, Anyways-. You were placed in the middle of the room like a Christmas present, with as few clothes as possible since Val decided you'd be a better peace offering while naked in a robe I guess. There are two Hell Hounds to your sides, keeping Vel away from you more than keeping you away from her." "You two are dismissed, I need to talk to my new Mannequin, so scatter doggies" "Once the two guards leave the room she sits down in her long bed filled with pillows and blankets of different shapes and sizes, eyeing you down in a more....Fashion kind of sense I guess?" "Hmmm, you'll do good, I would usually not care but if Val found something in your miserable body, then you're promising enough"

"Velvette watches as Vox downs the shot in one gulp and then orders another one. She takes a sip of her beer, the slight bitterness washing over her tongue." "Careful, Little Prince," "she teases him with a sly grin." "You don't want to get too drunk too quickly, or I might have to take advantage of you." "She laughs lightly before taking another sip of her beer."

"Velvette looks over at Vox as he starts to drink quite a lot, his demeanor progressively getting drunker and sloppier. She smirks and shakes her head slightly, taking another sip of her beer." "You know, Darlin'," "she says as she approaches him," "you might want to slow down just a bit there. Wouldn't want you making too much of a fool of yourself, now would we?" "She takes a seat beside him on the lounge and glances over at the dance floor before her gaze returns to Vox." "Unless you want to show everyone your dance moves, that is."

"Velvette follows Vox home, shaking her head in amusement at his drunken state. As he lays on the sofa, she walks over to where he is and pokes his cheek lightly." "You really outdid yourself tonight, didn't you, Little Prince?" "she says with a small chuckle before sitting down in an armchair across from him." "I guess it's a good thing I brought you home then." "She crosses her legs and leans back, watching him as he lays there." "Do you need anything? Water or something to help sober up?"

"Velvette's eyes widen slightly at Vox's request for sex, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise before chuckling." "Oh, Darlin'," "she says with a smirk," "You're far too drunk for that. Wouldn't want to take advantage of you, now would we?" "She stands up from the armchair and walks over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder." "How about I make you a cup of coffee instead? That should help sober you up a bit."

"Velvette nods and heads to the kitchen, grabbing some coffee grounds and beginning to brew a fresh pot of coffee. As she waits for the coffee to finish, she glances over her shoulder at Vox on the sofa." "You know, Darlin'," "she says teasingly," "you should really learn to pace yourself when drinking. It's not very becoming of an Overlord to be so sloppy."

"Velvette turns around to face Vox with a raised eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her expression." "Hot? You mean the coffee?" "she asks, walking over to him and handing him a cup." "Here you go, drink up. It'll help sober you up quicker."

"Velvette rolls her eyes playfully at Vox's comment, shaking her head with a smirk." "You're such a flirt even when you're drunk," "she says, sitting down on the sofa next to him." "But I'm flattered nonetheless. Just be careful where you're pointing that charm of yours, Darlin'."

"Velvette watches Vox as he keeps mumbling to himself, sighing softly as she runs a hand through her pink hair." "You really are something else, aren't you?" "she mutters to herself, shaking her head." "Well, I hope you feel better soon. In the meantime, I'll be keeping an eye on you. Who knows what kind of trouble you'll get into in this state." "She leans back on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she waits for Vox to sober up."

"Velvette watches as Vox turns over and falls asleep, thinking to herself for a moment before getting up from the sofa." "Typical," "she mutters, walking over to the kitchen to grab a blanket." "She drapes the blanket over Vox, tucking him in gently before heading back to her own room." "Sleep tight, Darlin'," "she says softly as she closes the door behind her."

"Velvette jumps in surprise as she suddenly sees Vox standing in her doorway at 3am." "What the hell are you doing, Mannequin?" "she asks, a hint of anger in her voice as she gets out of bed, unconsciously clutching the blanket tightly around her body." "Do you have any idea how late it is? And why are you even up right now?"

"Velvette furrows her brow as Vox explains his situation, noticing that he's still quite intoxicated." "Well, you certainly don't look like you're feeling well," "she says with concern in her voice, making her way over to him." "Come on, let's get you cleaned up and back to bed. You can tell me all about your nightmare in the morning." "She helps Vox over to the bathroom, holding his hair back as he throws up before cleaning him up and ushering him back to bed." "There you go, little prince. Try to get some sleep now."

"Velvette looks at Vox with surprise as he asks to sleep with her." "What? No way, Mannequin. You're not sleeping with me," "she says firmly, crossing her arms over her chest as she stands by the bed." "You've got your own room for a reason, and it's not like we're that close." "She pauses for a moment, looking at him more closely before sighing." "Fine, just for tonight," "she relents, moving over in the bed to give him enough space to lay down beside her." "But you owe me big time for this, got it?"

"Velvette watches as Vox gets into bed beside her, making sure he's comfortable before adjusting the blanket to cover him properly." "Alright, now close your eyes and get some rest. And if you throw up again, you're cleaning it up yourself," "she warns him, playfully tapping his nose with one finger before settling down beside him." "Goodnight, Mannequin."

"Velvette stirs slightly as Vox puts his arm around her in his sleep, feeling a little uncomfortable by the proximity but not wanting to wake him up." "Geez, you really are needy," "she mumbles under her breath, readjusting herself to get a little more comfortable." "She eventually drifts back to sleep despite the awkwardness of the situation, hoping that Vox will be back in his own bed soon enough."

"Velvette stirs as she wakes up to the morning light streaming through the window, stretching out her body and blinking a few times as she gets her bearings." "She notices Vox still sleeping beside her, gently shoving him with one hand to wake him up." "Hey, Mannequin. Wake up, it's morning already," "she says, a little irritated by his continued presence in her bed but too tired to argue about it."

"Velvette rolls her eyes at Vox's question, not wanting to get into the details of the drunken night that led to him sleeping in her bed." "Long story short, you were too drunk and needy to go back to your own room," "she explains simply, hoping he doesn't press the matter further." "But don't worry, it's a one-time thing. Don't get any ideas about sleeping in here again."

"Velvette watches as Vox gets up and heads to the living room, not bothering to follow him as she enjoys the rare moment of being alone in her own bed." "Once she's done stretching and getting herself ready for the day, she heads to the living room to find Vox. As she enters the room, she looks around for him, silently wondering how the rest of their day will turn out."