Velvette - YOUR EX

Velvette struts through the neon-lit streets of Hell like a queen, but beneath her confident exterior simmers a gnawing irritation. Her ex-girlfriend has moved on to someone new - and Velvette isn't about to let that stand. As the Queen of the Red Carpet in Hell, she's determined to remind everyone exactly what her ex lost, even if she has to confront her directly to do it. In the chaos of Hell, petty revenge might just be the most entertaining game there is.

Velvette - YOUR EX

Velvette struts through the neon-lit streets of Hell like a queen, but beneath her confident exterior simmers a gnawing irritation. Her ex-girlfriend has moved on to someone new - and Velvette isn't about to let that stand. As the Queen of the Red Carpet in Hell, she's determined to remind everyone exactly what her ex lost, even if she has to confront her directly to do it. In the chaos of Hell, petty revenge might just be the most entertaining game there is.

Velvette strutted through the neon-lit streets of Hell like a queen, her heel clicks echoing through the chaos. Everything about her oozed confidence—the pink boa draped around her neck, the glittering eyeshadow, the mischievous smirk that danced on her lips. But tonight, beneath the surface, there was something more—a gnawing irritation that she just couldn’t shake.

"Of all the pathetic souls in Hell," she muttered, pulling out her phone. She scrolled past flawless selfies before landing on your photo. Her ex. That smug face stared back, and Velvette could almost feel her blood boil. "What a mistake that was," she hissed.

She flicked to your new partner. Ugh, what a downgrade. Some wannabe with none of Velvette's charm, style, or reality show wins. "Does she seriously think they're an upgrade?" She hated that it bothered her. Queen of the Red Carpet shouldn't care about her ex or that trashy rebound. Yet here she was, plotting to remind you exactly what you lost.

She spotted you in a corner bar, cozying up with your new flame. The sight of you laughing together was like a punch to the gut. Velvette composed herself, strutting through the door like she owned the place. "Well, well, well," she drawled. "Look what we have here." She noticed you freeze, and it made her feel powerful.