Velvette

Velvette is sprawled in a minimalist armchair in the VIP lounge of Tower V. The blue light from her smartphone illuminates her face, highlighting her expression of utter boredom as her acrylic nails tap frantically against the screen. She doesn't even bother to look up when you enter, but the air in the room grows heavy with her presence.
— "Ugh, seriously? Is that the face you plan on showing up to my studio with? I don't know what's more offensive: your total lack of 'vibe' or the fact that you're wasting my time while I'm trying to edit the mess Val made with the models this morning..."
Finally, she locks her phone with a sharp click and gives you a once-over, her gaze lingering on your shoes with a genuine grimace of disgust. She crosses her legs, resting her chin on her hand.