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There was no time for same.
Even if there was, how could it be? Velvette managed everything and Valentino presented it. Her nerves drew thin while Val took out his stress on Angel Dust. It wasn’t that they couldn’t do this by themselves.
It was that they shouldn’t have. Vox was supposed to be there. Between them. Putting everything together and presenting it for an audience of all.
Velvette would have liked to be a goddess. Not like Vox wanted to be god. Just… on top. With him.
Nothing was with him. Vox wasn’t the same. And neither was she.
