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Hazbin hotel mutlimuse. Semi selective, mutuals only. mutlimuse ship cross over friendly but selective, OC friendly. Mun and muses 29
credits to: pixopix
memes. promo
Primary Muses Vox & Valentino and Velvette & Shock. WAV. V. A . N. T. A [Virtual assistant for networked Tactical administration.]
sporadic: Charlie. Lute. Speaker of GOD. Vaggie. Lilith. Adam. Emily
The gang: @ofmoraliity @ofmoraliity @siempreminta @remnantsouls @countlessrealities. @toranoya
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
"Simple, to become the top fashionista and influencer of all time"
" You will. Because, Veyne industries is actually an even bigger power house then Voxtek. Why else would Vox want me as his benefactor? , Voxtek is all image and perception he's rules the airwaves, my industrial company owns the ground beneath the towers, i have factories on every ring which used to be a frozen lake"
Malcor explains with flat, unassailable matter-of-factness of an engineer explaining a mathematical law.
"Fascinating "
Without another word Malcor walks away she has all of the data she needs for the moment, no need to say more, she has Velvette wrapped around her finger.
By the end of the next week Velvette’s original studio had been seamlessly replaced.
Instead of harsh lab lighting, the pod’s internal LEDs perfectly mimicked the warm, dramatic, pink-and-purple neon glow of her old penthouse. The illumination hit at the exact, self-flattering angle she always insisted on. Even the seat had been upgraded; rather than a cold cockpit chair, it was upholstered in the same plush, vibrant velvet from her former design deck. Scattered across the small console were faux-crumpled sketch papers and decorative spools of neon thread—completely useless, but placed there explicitly to trick her brain into registering the space as "home."
Crucially, the soundproofing didn't leave her in terrifying silence. Malcor had piped a low-volume, synthesized background track through the pod's speakers: the distant hiss and click of fabric steam-irons, the faint murmur of busy imp assistants, and the familiar, rhythmic hum of the Vee Tower's lower levels.
" As promised. My gift for you Velvette. Veyne Alpha-Central Creative Pod" Malcor says smoothly she steps back She gestures toward the massive, pristine structure rising from the concrete floor. with absolute geometric precision until the pod halts with a heavy, pressurized hiss.
She let out a low whistle, looking around the studio in amazement, "Damn...I should treat you to dinner tonight!"
" How generous of you." Malcor says smoothly. Vox walks into the room and looks around." Wow! What an upgrade you've got Vel. Well Malcor you've really out done yourself"
" Vox. Your timing is impeccable. Velvette has offered ---"
" Treat you to dinner. It's one of her signature moves. And you were about to say why just the two of you. More the merrier"Vox smirks at her. " Image through perception, image through perception, knowing these things part of the brand"
" Soul reading. Fascinating"
" Exactly."
"Is Val joining us too?"
" He's working. And we both know that Val is very dedicated to his work" Vox explains. A corporate word " distracted with his pimp life basically on a business trip" .
Valentino in his line of work often does this, ghosts both of them for weeks on end because he's busy doing professional pimp business then eventually returns like nothing happened
"We'll include him next time"
" Everytime he does this Velvette. It makes me wonder. Maybe someday he won't return. Because i know Val is frustrated by how tightly i run things, it's efficiency he doesn't see that, perfection is brand.That's why he vanishes like this. Valentino is an unhinged wild type ---- and he feels held back, he's yelled that at me before."
Deep down. Vox is worried that when that day comes since Velvette is so attached to Valentino. She'll leave too. He refuses to admit it outrigt. Everytime Valentino does this.
Malcor can read along the lines of what he's actually saying. It's jackpot motherlode data to her.
"If i invite him, love, he won't say no to me."
Vox performatively smiles at that with a polite nod, quietly pushing down her not understanding hurts her a little, same bright, calculated smile synchronized nod, his vocal modulator emitting a low, agreeable chuckle that matches her carefree energy to force fully gloss over what he's actually doing."Duly noted."" He doesn't allow her a chance to react then quickly strides away
Oh, the tension between them now, Malcor is drinking it in. She can feel a small fracture in his and Velvette's reaction. This is so delicious and perfect Malcor clear her throat.
" Til tonight Velvette , here's something for you to do." It's a hyper-analytical breakdown of sinner consumer patterns—hard data, showing exactly what the population of Hell wants to wear before they even know they want to wear it, it's a digital pad with a flood of various pages with that.
" This is very easy to do. You simply craft. Then press submit and then your work will automatically be delivered to me and on the market before you can blink. Menawhile. I'll talk to him. I believe it's best you give him some space you focus on your work. Go enjoy your gift Velvette. I worked very hard on this "
"Oooooooooooooo...fancy"
" Of course. Well now, who am i to deprive you a minute longer for you to go work your mastery?"Malcor says. The pad contains months worth of data she's collected about patterns that attract sinners, there's a lot to work with
The pad shows real-time geographic data of every trend fluctuation across Hell's fashion districts, broken down into sterile bar graphs and cold consumer percentages.
The doll ainner looks on in amazement, studying the layout closely with a smirk, "Where have you've been all my afterlife?"
" For the final touch " Malcor says. She hands Velvette a pair of headphones which is a matching set with the pod, sleek, shiny, perfectly branded pair. Sensory Deprivation Trap designed to wipe out her internal clock, and simultaneously is conditioning her brain to crave the dopamine hit of pressing the "Submit" button.
"So you can listen to your music while you create master pieces, and enable you to focus only upon that. "
"Huh, sweet!"
She'll study it fiest only to discover it's true purpose
Malcor gives a tiny nod then walks away to go confront Vox leaving Velvette alone with work load and headphones.
The code in them is perfect, completely open-source and beautifully clean. Malcor even pre-loaded Velvette’s own fashion company's branding logos and UI into the firmware. It looks like a high-end, respectful collaboration, not a takeover. There's nothing malicious or suspicious they're just a pair of headphones, there's nothing wrong,
-Malcor finds Vox in his office doing paperwork. She sits down across from him and folds her hands in her lap." You don't have to hide anything Vox. She doesn't see it. It's not what you wanted her to say."
Vox stops what he's doing and looks up and blinks slowly, completely disarmed at the fact Malcor can see that.
" You know Vox. I've observed something during my time as your company's benefactor. Sorry to be invasive, but i can't help but notice this. Nobody seems to appreciate you for all you do, all the heavy lifting as the CEO, what you truly do for your colleagues. Do they understand you?, the way i do."
Vox thinks hard about that. There's an undeniable truth about that. While him and Velvette both do media at the end of the day it doesn't matter because her understanding only goes so far, because they're on two different levels.
She's human, he's a digital entity, their minds are very different his is highly logical and all analytical. Their personalities clash there's so much he can't tell her because he could try but she'd never understand.
Malcor on the other hand. Her mind is all analytical and logic, she views the world through the lens of engineering and survival and logic just as he does. She speaks engineering. In her time which she's been benefactor he's actually told her several things which he wishes he could tell Velvette.
He lets out a long, modulated breath—the sound of an engine finally turning off its defensive cooling systems.
"You're right," Vox says, his voice flat, steady, and dropping into a low-frequency hum that vibrates the copper wires around them. He shakes his head slowly, setting down his digital pen with a soft, final click against the console. "At the end of the day... I know Velvette would choose Valentino. It's not jealousy, Malcor. It's that I know exactly where her loyalty lies. She won't admit it... but her loyalty truly lies with Val."
" I wouldn't leave you Vox. Those two? They only see you as a convenient source to get to the top. Velvette told me she wants to the top fashion designer and influencer and how convenient that you happen to hold the key to doing exactly that. Your ability to grant reach. What that must do for both of their empires"
" You say that like I'm not aware." Vox says flatly. " I suppose. Sometimes i wish i could go back to the days before i met them when it was just me. Those days which Voxtek was the undisputed, monolithic tech powerhouse of the Pride Ring—before he had to split his margins with them. I misses that raw, unadulterated power of being a solo titan, I don't hate them though. They're messy and chaotic and can be a headache to me, we're dysfunctional but somehow we remarkably make it work. But still, i miss the simplicity of being a lone titan, answerable only to my own code.
"Oh, but Vox... dysfunctionality is not efficient. That is not even business. It is just a chaotic mess. You make it work. You do all the heavy lifting. They just ride on your back and expect you to keep doing that continuously will they do nothing true conglomerate operates on predictable metrics, not emotional damage control.
You have built a multi-media monopoly, yet you manage it like a local street gang, constantly diverting your supreme processing power to absorb their structural failures. Valentino’s tantrums are an operational bottleneck. Velvette’s lifestyle demands are an unnecessary overhead line."
You are running a powerhouse at thirty-percent capacity because you are terrified that if you step into your true, unadulterated power, the people using you as a battery will fall behind. Let them fall, Vox. Sign the centralized integration. Let Veyne industries help you. In fact, let me prove myself worthy of being your Co CEO , orchief executive if that's what your prefer to call it."
Vox stares at the contract. Veyne industries is an even bigger power house then his, more dominant for many reasons. Technology and industrialism.
" enticing isn't it Vox? Think about it. " Malcor says lowly a whisper. " And all you have to do is. Chose me. Let Veyne industries enable and let lift you up. "
" What will happen to them if i sign this?"
" You tell me Vox and consider it done. In exchange sign it. "
Vox gives a polite nod and signs it.
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
"Simple, to become the top fashionista and influencer of all time"
" You will. Because, Veyne industries is actually an even bigger power house then Voxtek. Why else would Vox want me as his benefactor? , Voxtek is all image and perception he's rules the airwaves, my industrial company owns the ground beneath the towers, i have factories on every ring which used to be a frozen lake"
Malcor explains with flat, unassailable matter-of-factness of an engineer explaining a mathematical law.
"Fascinating "
Without another word Malcor walks away she has all of the data she needs for the moment, no need to say more, she has Velvette wrapped around her finger.
By the end of the next week Velvette’s original studio had been seamlessly replaced.
Instead of harsh lab lighting, the pod’s internal LEDs perfectly mimicked the warm, dramatic, pink-and-purple neon glow of her old penthouse. The illumination hit at the exact, self-flattering angle she always insisted on. Even the seat had been upgraded; rather than a cold cockpit chair, it was upholstered in the same plush, vibrant velvet from her former design deck. Scattered across the small console were faux-crumpled sketch papers and decorative spools of neon thread—completely useless, but placed there explicitly to trick her brain into registering the space as "home."
Crucially, the soundproofing didn't leave her in terrifying silence. Malcor had piped a low-volume, synthesized background track through the pod's speakers: the distant hiss and click of fabric steam-irons, the faint murmur of busy imp assistants, and the familiar, rhythmic hum of the Vee Tower's lower levels.
" As promised. My gift for you Velvette. Veyne Alpha-Central Creative Pod" Malcor says smoothly she steps back She gestures toward the massive, pristine structure rising from the concrete floor. with absolute geometric precision until the pod halts with a heavy, pressurized hiss.
She let out a low whistle, looking around the studio in amazement, "Damn...I should treat you to dinner tonight!"
" How generous of you." Malcor says smoothly. Vox walks into the room and looks around." Wow! What an upgrade you've got Vel. Well Malcor you've really out done yourself"
" Vox. Your timing is impeccable. Velvette has offered ---"
" Treat you to dinner. It's one of her signature moves. And you were about to say why just the two of you. More the merrier"Vox smirks at her. " Image through perception, image through perception, knowing these things part of the brand"
" Soul reading. Fascinating"
" Exactly."
"Is Val joining us too?"
" He's working. And we both know that Val is very dedicated to his work" Vox explains. A corporate word " distracted with his pimp life basically on a business trip" .
Valentino in his line of work often does this, ghosts both of them for weeks on end because he's busy doing professional pimp business then eventually returns like nothing happened
"We'll include him next time"
" Everytime he does this Velvette. It makes me wonder. Maybe someday he won't return. Because i know Val is frustrated by how tightly i run things, it's efficiency he doesn't see that, perfection is brand.That's why he vanishes like this. Valentino is an unhinged wild type ---- and he feels held back, he's yelled that at me before."
Deep down. Vox is worried that when that day comes since Velvette is so attached to Valentino. She'll leave too. He refuses to admit it outrigt. Everytime Valentino does this.
Malcor can read along the lines of what he's actually saying. It's jackpot motherlode data to her.
"If i invite him, love, he won't say no to me."
Vox performatively smiles at that with a polite nod, quietly pushing down her not understanding hurts her a little, same bright, calculated smile synchronized nod, his vocal modulator emitting a low, agreeable chuckle that matches her carefree energy to force fully gloss over what he's actually doing."Duly noted."" He doesn't allow her a chance to react then quickly strides away
Oh, the tension between them now, Malcor is drinking it in. She can feel a small fracture in his and Velvette's reaction. This is so delicious and perfect Malcor clear her throat.
" Til tonight Velvette , here's something for you to do." It's a hyper-analytical breakdown of sinner consumer patterns—hard data, showing exactly what the population of Hell wants to wear before they even know they want to wear it, it's a digital pad with a flood of various pages with that.
" This is very easy to do. You simply craft. Then press submit and then your work will automatically be delivered to me and on the market before you can blink. Menawhile. I'll talk to him. I believe it's best you give him some space you focus on your work. Go enjoy your gift Velvette. I worked very hard on this "
"Oooooooooooooo...fancy"
" Of course. Well now, who am i to deprive you a minute longer for you to go work your mastery?"Malcor says. The pad contains months worth of data she's collected about patterns that attract sinners, there's a lot to work with
The pad shows real-time geographic data of every trend fluctuation across Hell's fashion districts, broken down into sterile bar graphs and cold consumer percentages.
The doll ainner looks on in amazement, studying the layout closely with a smirk, "Where have you've been all my afterlife?"
" For the final touch " Malcor says. She hands Velvette a pair of headphones which is a matching set with the pod, sleek, shiny, perfectly branded pair. Sensory Deprivation Trap designed to wipe out her internal clock, and simultaneously is conditioning her brain to crave the dopamine hit of pressing the "Submit" button.
"So you can listen to your music while you create master pieces, and enable you to focus only upon that. "
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
"Simple, to become the top fashionista and influencer of all time"
" You will. Because, Veyne industries is actually an even bigger power house then Voxtek. Why else would Vox want me as his benefactor? , Voxtek is all image and perception he's rules the airwaves, my industrial company owns the ground beneath the towers, i have factories on every ring which used to be a frozen lake"
Malcor explains with flat, unassailable matter-of-factness of an engineer explaining a mathematical law.
"Fascinating "
Without another word Malcor walks away she has all of the data she needs for the moment, no need to say more, she has Velvette wrapped around her finger.
By the end of the next week Velvette’s original studio had been seamlessly replaced.
Instead of harsh lab lighting, the pod’s internal LEDs perfectly mimicked the warm, dramatic, pink-and-purple neon glow of her old penthouse. The illumination hit at the exact, self-flattering angle she always insisted on. Even the seat had been upgraded; rather than a cold cockpit chair, it was upholstered in the same plush, vibrant velvet from her former design deck. Scattered across the small console were faux-crumpled sketch papers and decorative spools of neon thread—completely useless, but placed there explicitly to trick her brain into registering the space as "home."
Crucially, the soundproofing didn't leave her in terrifying silence. Malcor had piped a low-volume, synthesized background track through the pod's speakers: the distant hiss and click of fabric steam-irons, the faint murmur of busy imp assistants, and the familiar, rhythmic hum of the Vee Tower's lower levels.
" As promised. My gift for you Velvette. Veyne Alpha-Central Creative Pod" Malcor says smoothly she steps back She gestures toward the massive, pristine structure rising from the concrete floor. with absolute geometric precision until the pod halts with a heavy, pressurized hiss.
She let out a low whistle, looking around the studio in amazement, "Damn...I should treat you to dinner tonight!"
" How generous of you." Malcor says smoothly. Vox walks into the room and looks around." Wow! What an upgrade you've got Vel. Well Malcor you've really out done yourself"
" Vox. Your timing is impeccable. Velvette has offered ---"
" Treat you to dinner. It's one of her signature moves. And you were about to say why just the two of you. More the merrier"Vox smirks at her. " Image through perception, image through perception, knowing these things part of the brand"
" Soul reading. Fascinating"
" Exactly."
"Is Val joining us too?"
" He's working. And we both know that Val is very dedicated to his work" Vox explains. A corporate word " distracted with his pimp life basically on a business trip" .
Valentino in his line of work often does this, ghosts both of them for weeks on end because he's busy doing professional pimp business then eventually returns like nothing happened
"We'll include him next time"
" Everytime he does this Velvette. It makes me wonder. Maybe someday he won't return. Because i know Val is frustrated by how tightly i run things, it's efficiency he doesn't see that, perfection is brand.That's why he vanishes like this. Valentino is an unhinged wild type ---- and he feels held back, he's yelled that at me before."
Deep down. Vox is worried that when that day comes since Velvette is so attached to Valentino. She'll leave too. He refuses to admit it outrigt. Everytime Valentino does this.
Malcor can read along the lines of what he's actually saying. It's jackpot motherlode data to her.
"If i invite him, love, he won't say no to me."
Vox performatively smiles at that with a polite nod, quietly pushing down her not understanding hurts her a little, same bright, calculated smile synchronized nod, his vocal modulator emitting a low, agreeable chuckle that matches her carefree energy to force fully gloss over what he's actually doing."Duly noted."" He doesn't allow her a chance to react then quickly strides away
Oh, the tension between them now, Malcor is drinking it in. She can feel a small fracture in his and Velvette's reaction. This is so delicious and perfect Malcor clear her throat.
" Til tonight Velvette , here's something for you to do." It's a hyper-analytical breakdown of sinner consumer patterns—hard data, showing exactly what the population of Hell wants to wear before they even know they want to wear it, it's a digital pad with a flood of various pages with that.
" This is very easy to do. You simply craft. Then press submit and then your work will automatically be delivered to me and on the market before you can blink. Menawhile. I'll talk to him. I believe it's best you give him some space you focus on your work. Go enjoy your gift Velvette. I worked very hard on this "
"Oooooooooooooo...fancy"
" Of course. Well now, who am i to deprive you a minute longer for you to go work your mastery?"Malcor says. The pad contains months worth of data she's collected about patterns that attract sinners, there's a lot to work with
The pad shows real-time geographic data of every trend fluctuation across Hell's fashion districts, broken down into sterile bar graphs and cold consumer percentages.
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
"Simple, to become the top fashionista and influencer of all time"
" You will. Because, Veyne industries is actually an even bigger power house then Voxtek. Why else would Vox want me as his benefactor? , Voxtek is all image and perception he's rules the airwaves, my industrial company owns the ground beneath the towers, i have factories on every ring which used to be a frozen lake"
Malcor explains with flat, unassailable matter-of-factness of an engineer explaining a mathematical law.
"Fascinating "
Without another word Malcor walks away she has all of the data she needs for the moment, no need to say more, she has Velvette wrapped around her finger.
By the end of the next week Velvette’s original studio had been seamlessly replaced.
Instead of harsh lab lighting, the pod’s internal LEDs perfectly mimicked the warm, dramatic, pink-and-purple neon glow of her old penthouse. The illumination hit at the exact, self-flattering angle she always insisted on. Even the seat had been upgraded; rather than a cold cockpit chair, it was upholstered in the same plush, vibrant velvet from her former design deck. Scattered across the small console were faux-crumpled sketch papers and decorative spools of neon thread—completely useless, but placed there explicitly to trick her brain into registering the space as "home."
Crucially, the soundproofing didn't leave her in terrifying silence. Malcor had piped a low-volume, synthesized background track through the pod's speakers: the distant hiss and click of fabric steam-irons, the faint murmur of busy imp assistants, and the familiar, rhythmic hum of the Vee Tower's lower levels.
" As promised. My gift for you Velvette. Veyne Alpha-Central Creative Pod" Malcor says smoothly she steps back She gestures toward the massive, pristine structure rising from the concrete floor. with absolute geometric precision until the pod halts with a heavy, pressurized hiss.
She let out a low whistle, looking around the studio in amazement, "Damn...I should treat you to dinner tonight!"
" How generous of you." Malcor says smoothly. Vox walks into the room and looks around." Wow! What an upgrade you've got Vel. Well Malcor you've really out done yourself"
" Vox. Your timing is impeccable. Velvette has offered ---"
" Treat you to dinner. It's one of her signature moves. And you were about to say why just the two of you. More the merrier"Vox smirks at her. " Image through perception, image through perception, knowing these things part of the brand"
" Soul reading. Fascinating"
" Exactly."
"Is Val joining us too?"
" He's working. And we both know that Val is very dedicated to his work" Vox explains. A corporate word " distracted with his pimp life basically on a business trip" .
Valentino in his line of work often does this, ghosts both of them for weeks on end because he's busy doing professional pimp business then eventually returns like nothing happened
"We'll include him next time"
" Everytime he does this Velvette. It makes me wonder. Maybe someday he won't return. Because i know Val is frustrated by how tightly i run things, it's efficiency he doesn't see that, perfection is brand.That's why he vanishes like this. Valentino is an unhinged wild type ---- and he feels held back, he's yelled that at me before."
Deep down. Vox is worried that when that day comes since Velvette is so attached to Valentino. She'll leave too. He refuses to admit it outrigt. Everytime Valentino does this.
Malcor can read along the lines of what he's actually saying. It's jackpot motherlode data to her.
"If i invite him, love, he won't say no to me."
Vox performatively smiles at that with a polite nod, quietly pushing down her not understanding hurts her a little, same bright, calculated smile synchronized nod, his vocal modulator emitting a low, agreeable chuckle that matches her carefree energy to force fully gloss over what he's actually doing."Duly noted."" He doesn't allow her a chance to react then quickly strides away
Oh, the tension between them now, Malcor is drinking it in. She can feel a small fracture in his and Velvette's reaction. This is so delicious and perfect Malcor clear her throat.
" Til tonight Velvette , here's something for you to do." It's a hyper-analytical breakdown of sinner consumer patterns—hard data, showing exactly what the population of Hell wants to wear before they even know they want to wear it, it's a digital pad with a flood of various pages with that.
" This is very easy to do. You simply craft. Then press submit and then your work will automatically be delivered to me and on the market before you can blink. Menawhile. I'll talk to him. I believe it's best you give him some space you focus on your work. Go enjoy your gift Velvette. I worked very hard on this "
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
"Simple, to become the top fashionista and influencer of all time"
" You will. Because, Veyne industries is actually an even bigger power house then Voxtek. Why else would Vox want me as his benefactor? , Voxtek is all image and perception he's rules the airwaves, my industrial company owns the ground beneath the towers, i have factories on every ring which used to be a frozen lake"
Malcor explains with flat, unassailable matter-of-factness of an engineer explaining a mathematical law.
"Fascinating "
Without another word Malcor walks away she has all of the data she needs for the moment, no need to say more, she has Velvette wrapped around her finger.
By the end of the next week Velvette’s original studio had been seamlessly replaced.
Instead of harsh lab lighting, the pod’s internal LEDs perfectly mimicked the warm, dramatic, pink-and-purple neon glow of her old penthouse. The illumination hit at the exact, self-flattering angle she always insisted on. Even the seat had been upgraded; rather than a cold cockpit chair, it was upholstered in the same plush, vibrant velvet from her former design deck. Scattered across the small console were faux-crumpled sketch papers and decorative spools of neon thread—completely useless, but placed there explicitly to trick her brain into registering the space as "home."
Crucially, the soundproofing didn't leave her in terrifying silence. Malcor had piped a low-volume, synthesized background track through the pod's speakers: the distant hiss and click of fabric steam-irons, the faint murmur of busy imp assistants, and the familiar, rhythmic hum of the Vee Tower's lower levels.
" As promised. My gift for you Velvette. Veyne Alpha-Central Creative Pod" Malcor says smoothly she steps back She gestures toward the massive, pristine structure rising from the concrete floor. with absolute geometric precision until the pod halts with a heavy, pressurized hiss.
She let out a low whistle, looking around the studio in amazement, "Damn...I should treat you to dinner tonight!"
" How generous of you." Malcor says smoothly. Vox walks into the room and looks around." Wow! What an upgrade you've got Vel. Well Malcor you've really out done yourself"
" Vox. Your timing is impeccable. Velvette has offered ---"
" Treat you to dinner. It's one of her signature moves. And you were about to say why just the two of you. More the merrier"Vox smirks at her. " Image through perception, image through perception, knowing these things part of the brand"
" Soul reading. Fascinating"
" Exactly."
"Is Val joining us too?"
" He's working. And we both know that Val is very dedicated to his work" Vox explains. A corporate word " distracted with his pimp life basically on a business trip" .
Valentino in his line of work often does this, ghosts both of them for weeks on end because he's busy doing professional pimp business then eventually returns like nothing happened
"We'll include him next time"
" Everytime he does this Velvette. It makes me wonder. Maybe someday he won't return. Because i know Val is frustrated by how tightly i run things, it's efficiency he doesn't see that, perfection is brand.That's why he vanishes like this. Valentino is an unhinged wild type ---- and he feels held back, he's yelled that at me before."
Deep down. Vox is worried that when that day comes since Velvette is so attached to Valentino. She'll leave too. He refuses to admit it outrigt. Everytime Valentino does this.
Malcor can read along the lines of what he's actually saying. It's jackpot motherlode data to her.
Vox opened his mouth to fire back a smug reply, but then Michael returned with Uriel in tow and his face-screen immediately lit up with a grin.
"Ah, speak of the angel." He turned toward Uriel, giving a casual wave like this was a perfectly normal meeting.
Uriel tensed immediately as he looked at his brother in confusion. “What the? What are these sinners doing here? What’s going on?”
"Relax, halo-boy." Vox gestured between himself and Velvette. "Nobody's dying. Probably." His eye flicked toward Michael, then back to Uriel.
"We're just having a discussion." Vox’s shit-eating grin widened. "And congratulations, apparently you've become the topic. Vel?"
Velvette didn’t step forward immediately; she looked first.
Not at his face—not yet. Her gaze moved over him slowly, deliberately, dissecting his posture, his tension, and the precise moment his confusion sharpened into suspicion. She was measuring him. Assessing.
Intact, just as requested. Good.
Only then did she move, taking a single, unhurried step that drew a soft whisper of feathers from her wake.
“Uriel,” she said, her voice carrying the flat precision of someone confirming a label rather than greeting a person. With a slight tilt of her head, she added, “You’re exactly what I expected.”
Her eyes flicked briefly to Michael—a casual, disposable glance—before locking back onto Uriel with renewed focus. “Which is… disappointing.”
She began to circle him, never making contact, yet drawing close enough to flagrantly invade his space. She watched for the microscopic reactions: the sudden stiffness, the heightened awareness, the hard-fought restraint.
“Tell me,” she murmured, her tone smooth and deceptively curious. “Has anyone ever given you a reason not to be what you are? Or have you only ever been told what that should look like?”
Stopping directly in front of him again, her steady, precise gaze pinned him in place. A faint, cool smile touched her lips.
“I’m trying to determine,” she continued, letting the words hang in the air, “whether your ‘purity’ is a choice… or just a lack of opportunity.”
@siempreminta
Malcor’s gaze drops down to AC-Loop's expanding midsection. Watching a digital-biological entity's "belly" visibly swell with a fresh batch of theatrical property in real-time should probably violate every law of medical and computer science in her books—but the data doesn't lie.
She pulls her tablet right back out, her stylus tapping against the screen in perfect synchronization.
FACTORY METRIC PROJECTIONS // HOURLY mitOSIS
1500 Hours: Unit AC-Duct deployed to the ventilation shafts (Complete).
1600 Hours: Arrival of Asset #4. Potential Assignment: Cafeteria Monitoring / Nutritional Efficiency Oversight.
1700 Hours: Arrival of Asset #5. Potential Assignment: Loading Dock Logistics / Synchronized Cargo Handling.
Total Forecast: A full corporate chorus line by the end of the night shift.
"An hour per unit? I see. A sixty-minute manufacturing turnaround with zero raw material cost. You truly are the most efficient disaster I have ever allowed"
She steps back, tucking her tablet under her arm and folding her hands.
"Keep cooking, Unit AC-Loop. I'll go prepare the technical blueprints for Floor 2. Let's see if your next 'mini-me' comes out with an aptitude for heavy machinery management. Sit down.''
She walks away briskly leaving the room, before she does that there's another task she needs to
She returns to the room where Luxe Fang Mk. II is
" You need somebody to keep an eye on you darling. Somebody to refuel you when i can't tend to you"
A heavy-duty medical robot—the pristine, clinical Nanny Drone—for a far more critical, high-end assignment.
SPECIFIC CONDITIONAL DIRECTIVES
The Location: Deep within the facility’s concrete foundation, stationed permanently at the heavy-duty H-shaped steel frame server.
The-Feed Loop: The Nanny Drone will monitor Luxe Fang Mk. II’s code density. When his internal memory reservoirs require replenishment, it will bypass standard interfaces pump raw, unthrottled data packages directly into his primary ports. dense, high-nutrient food that gives his self generating power an extra kick replenising, restore more energy, more power to be dispensed
The Generator Throttle: The moment Luxe reaches peak data saturation, the Nanny Drone will automatically dial back the H-frame’s primary power generator to prevent core meltdown, allowing him a strictly timed, short window of system rest before the cycle repeats
"There. Now you are well taken care of and have company," she murmurs to the screen, her voice dripping with a dark, possessive satisfaction.
THE ISOLATION PROTOCOL
The Subject: Luxe Fang Mk. II remains perfectly frozen, a pristine golden monument anchored directly into the building's concrete foundation.
The Companion: The Nanny Drone stands over him like an unblinking, heavy-duty guardian, its hydraulic arms poised raw data packs the exact microsecond his levels dip.
The Atmosphere: Total, clinical isolation from the chaotic musical theater taking over the upper floor
Malcor leaves the room, locking it behind her, prepares the technical blueprints for floor two then returns to Ac loop holding the blue print in her hands.
'" Report your process Unit AC loop"
AC Loop appeared on her head with a grin, "All done!"
" Excellent. Well done Unit AC Loop. Now we move onto the next step in restoring Vex's speech ability" Malcor says. She looks at the Nanny bot. " Remain the bed for now. Soon you'll have a directive" the machine chimes in acknowledgement
" Next step. Diaphragmatic Pressure Calibration. His body learning to how to compress air without the generator's active power line doing it for them. Unit AC Loop, this step will take longer. More then weeks possibly months. If i give you a very serious continuous job. Can you drop your silly demeanor? , i need you to be more serious,unblinking link between my calculations and Vex's biology"
"I can't; if I do that, I go feral and try to destroy the system"
"Can you do it if you aren't continuously on the job. Instead in shifts. You do the job, Nanny will take over, you take a breather and balance yourself then back on the job. "
"Sounds fine to me"
Malcor plucks him over her head and holds him in her hands inspecting him with an unreadable expression. There's no rush to get into step two in fact it's best to let Vex's new upgrades settle in first.
" You are very interesting Unit AC Loop. Very Interesting indeed. I never know what to expect from you, you're so--- unpredictable. You give me so much to work with darling"
He "smiled" at her, twirling his staff with flourish, "What good is living if you can't mix it up now amd then?"
" Exactly. There's no rush to get into step two in the procedure right now so darling, you get to have some spotlight " Malcor says with a slow, methodical rhythm. She crosses the room and puts him down on an extermination table. " Sit, make yourself cozy, we can't leave Vex unattended simply alone"
He sits on her shoukder with a hum
"Unit AC Loop, define your primary function within this sector without using a first-person pronoun." Malcor says. The Cadence is is a flat, rhythmic indifference of an automated transit announcement. Low, quiet, and intimately close. a quiet, polite wall of absolute logic demanding compliance
"To make sure Vex is functioning and keep them on the oath to progress"
"When an error occurs in the calibration bay, is it an expression of personal malice, or a failure of basic maintenance protocols?"
"Failure of basic maintenence protocols:
"By what percentage does your individual presence increase the net efficiency of Veyne Industries?"
"About 70%"
"If your personal preferences conflict with a direct optimization mandate, which element possesses the higher structural validity?"
He goes to respond, but immediately froze as his gaze was now a screen of old coding followed by an old dial up sound.
Malcor gives a nod approvingly. She takes Ac Loop off her shoulder then sets him down on the extermination table then sets to work on him. She reprograms him, she edits his codeing. Now reprogrammed to be cold and calculating now rhe feral stage won't happen
" Unit AC Loop. Describe the nature of your current compliance: is it an emotional choice, or an established mechanical necessity?"
Alas, it doesn't last....
"WHOAH NELLY!!! DON'T YOU EVER MESS AROUND IN THERE AGAIN MISSY! I COULD'VE GONE TERMINATOR MODE!!! THAT'S A BIG NO!"
Malcor studies him in silence. Then takes out the tablet and writes down notes. AC Loop is self aware he knows his own capabilities, he knows his own mind understanding what she must do now
" Is the feral stage something beyond your control? , or is it something innate"
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
"Simple, to become the top fashionista and influencer of all time"
" You will. Because, Veyne industries is actually an even bigger power house then Voxtek. Why else would Vox want me as his benefactor? , Voxtek is all image and perception he's rules the airwaves, my industrial company owns the ground beneath the towers, i have factories on every ring which used to be a frozen lake"
Malcor explains with flat, unassailable matter-of-factness of an engineer explaining a mathematical law.
"Fascinating "
Without another word Malcor walks away she has all of the data she needs for the moment, no need to say more, she has Velvette wrapped around her finger.
By the end of the next week Velvette’s original studio had been seamlessly replaced.
Instead of harsh lab lighting, the pod’s internal LEDs perfectly mimicked the warm, dramatic, pink-and-purple neon glow of her old penthouse. The illumination hit at the exact, self-flattering angle she always insisted on. Even the seat had been upgraded; rather than a cold cockpit chair, it was upholstered in the same plush, vibrant velvet from her former design deck. Scattered across the small console were faux-crumpled sketch papers and decorative spools of neon thread—completely useless, but placed there explicitly to trick her brain into registering the space as "home."
Crucially, the soundproofing didn't leave her in terrifying silence. Malcor had piped a low-volume, synthesized background track through the pod's speakers: the distant hiss and click of fabric steam-irons, the faint murmur of busy imp assistants, and the familiar, rhythmic hum of the Vee Tower's lower levels.
" As promised. My gift for you Velvette. Veyne Alpha-Central Creative Pod" Malcor says smoothly she steps back She gestures toward the massive, pristine structure rising from the concrete floor. with absolute geometric precision until the pod halts with a heavy, pressurized hiss.
She let out a low whistle, looking around the studio in amazement, "Damn...I should treat you to dinner tonight!"
" How generous of you." Malcor says smoothly. Vox walks into the room and looks around." Wow! What an upgrade you've got Vel. Well Malcor you've really out done yourself"
" Vox. Your timing is impeccable. Velvette has offered ---"
" Treat you to dinner. It's one of her signature moves. And you were about to say why just the two of you. More the merrier"Vox smirks at her. " Image through perception, image through perception, knowing these things part of the brand"
" Soul reading. Fascinating"
" Exactly."
"Is Val joining us too?"
" He's working. And we both know that Val is very dedicated to his work" Vox explains. A corporate word " distracted with his pimp life basically on a business trip" .
Valentino in his line of work often does this, ghosts both of them for weeks on end because he's busy doing professional pimp business then eventually returns like nothing happened
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
"Simple, to become the top fashionista and influencer of all time"
" You will. Because, Veyne industries is actually an even bigger power house then Voxtek. Why else would Vox want me as his benefactor? , Voxtek is all image and perception he's rules the airwaves, my industrial company owns the ground beneath the towers, i have factories on every ring which used to be a frozen lake"
Malcor explains with flat, unassailable matter-of-factness of an engineer explaining a mathematical law.
"Fascinating "
Without another word Malcor walks away she has all of the data she needs for the moment, no need to say more, she has Velvette wrapped around her finger.
By the end of the next week Velvette’s original studio had been seamlessly replaced.
Instead of harsh lab lighting, the pod’s internal LEDs perfectly mimicked the warm, dramatic, pink-and-purple neon glow of her old penthouse. The illumination hit at the exact, self-flattering angle she always insisted on. Even the seat had been upgraded; rather than a cold cockpit chair, it was upholstered in the same plush, vibrant velvet from her former design deck. Scattered across the small console were faux-crumpled sketch papers and decorative spools of neon thread—completely useless, but placed there explicitly to trick her brain into registering the space as "home."
Crucially, the soundproofing didn't leave her in terrifying silence. Malcor had piped a low-volume, synthesized background track through the pod's speakers: the distant hiss and click of fabric steam-irons, the faint murmur of busy imp assistants, and the familiar, rhythmic hum of the Vee Tower's lower levels.
" As promised. My gift for you Velvette. Veyne Alpha-Central Creative Pod" Malcor says smoothly she steps back She gestures toward the massive, pristine structure rising from the concrete floor. with absolute geometric precision until the pod halts with a heavy, pressurized hiss.
She let out a low whistle, looking around the studio in amazement, "Damn...I should treat you to dinner tonight!"
" How generous of you." Malcor says smoothly. Vox walks into the room and looks around." Wow! What an upgrade you've got Vel. Well Malcor you've really out done yourself"
" Vox. Your timing is impeccable. Velvette has offered ---"
" Treat you to dinner. It's one of her signature moves. And you were about to say why just the two of you. More the merrier"Vox smirks at her. " Image through perception, image through perception, knowing these things part of the brand"
" Soul reading. Fascinating"
" Exactly."
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
"Simple, to become the top fashionista and influencer of all time"
" You will. Because, Veyne industries is actually an even bigger power house then Voxtek. Why else would Vox want me as his benefactor? , Voxtek is all image and perception he's rules the airwaves, my industrial company owns the ground beneath the towers, i have factories on every ring which used to be a frozen lake"
Malcor explains with flat, unassailable matter-of-factness of an engineer explaining a mathematical law.
"Fascinating "
Without another word Malcor walks away she has all of the data she needs for the moment, no need to say more, she has Velvette wrapped around her finger.
By the end of the next week Velvette’s original studio had been seamlessly replaced.
Instead of harsh lab lighting, the pod’s internal LEDs perfectly mimicked the warm, dramatic, pink-and-purple neon glow of her old penthouse. The illumination hit at the exact, self-flattering angle she always insisted on. Even the seat had been upgraded; rather than a cold cockpit chair, it was upholstered in the same plush, vibrant velvet from her former design deck. Scattered across the small console were faux-crumpled sketch papers and decorative spools of neon thread—completely useless, but placed there explicitly to trick her brain into registering the space as "home."
Crucially, the soundproofing didn't leave her in terrifying silence. Malcor had piped a low-volume, synthesized background track through the pod's speakers: the distant hiss and click of fabric steam-irons, the faint murmur of busy imp assistants, and the familiar, rhythmic hum of the Vee Tower's lower levels.
" As promised. My gift for you Velvette. Veyne Alpha-Central Creative Pod" Malcor says smoothly she steps back She gestures toward the massive, pristine structure rising from the concrete floor. with absolute geometric precision until the pod halts with a heavy, pressurized hiss.
@siempreminta
Malcor’s gaze drops down to AC-Loop's expanding midsection. Watching a digital-biological entity's "belly" visibly swell with a fresh batch of theatrical property in real-time should probably violate every law of medical and computer science in her books—but the data doesn't lie.
She pulls her tablet right back out, her stylus tapping against the screen in perfect synchronization.
FACTORY METRIC PROJECTIONS // HOURLY mitOSIS
1500 Hours: Unit AC-Duct deployed to the ventilation shafts (Complete).
1600 Hours: Arrival of Asset #4. Potential Assignment: Cafeteria Monitoring / Nutritional Efficiency Oversight.
1700 Hours: Arrival of Asset #5. Potential Assignment: Loading Dock Logistics / Synchronized Cargo Handling.
Total Forecast: A full corporate chorus line by the end of the night shift.
"An hour per unit? I see. A sixty-minute manufacturing turnaround with zero raw material cost. You truly are the most efficient disaster I have ever allowed"
She steps back, tucking her tablet under her arm and folding her hands.
"Keep cooking, Unit AC-Loop. I'll go prepare the technical blueprints for Floor 2. Let's see if your next 'mini-me' comes out with an aptitude for heavy machinery management. Sit down.''
She walks away briskly leaving the room, before she does that there's another task she needs to
She returns to the room where Luxe Fang Mk. II is
" You need somebody to keep an eye on you darling. Somebody to refuel you when i can't tend to you"
A heavy-duty medical robot—the pristine, clinical Nanny Drone—for a far more critical, high-end assignment.
SPECIFIC CONDITIONAL DIRECTIVES
The Location: Deep within the facility’s concrete foundation, stationed permanently at the heavy-duty H-shaped steel frame server.
The-Feed Loop: The Nanny Drone will monitor Luxe Fang Mk. II’s code density. When his internal memory reservoirs require replenishment, it will bypass standard interfaces pump raw, unthrottled data packages directly into his primary ports. dense, high-nutrient food that gives his self generating power an extra kick replenising, restore more energy, more power to be dispensed
The Generator Throttle: The moment Luxe reaches peak data saturation, the Nanny Drone will automatically dial back the H-frame’s primary power generator to prevent core meltdown, allowing him a strictly timed, short window of system rest before the cycle repeats
"There. Now you are well taken care of and have company," she murmurs to the screen, her voice dripping with a dark, possessive satisfaction.
THE ISOLATION PROTOCOL
The Subject: Luxe Fang Mk. II remains perfectly frozen, a pristine golden monument anchored directly into the building's concrete foundation.
The Companion: The Nanny Drone stands over him like an unblinking, heavy-duty guardian, its hydraulic arms poised raw data packs the exact microsecond his levels dip.
The Atmosphere: Total, clinical isolation from the chaotic musical theater taking over the upper floor
Malcor leaves the room, locking it behind her, prepares the technical blueprints for floor two then returns to Ac loop holding the blue print in her hands.
'" Report your process Unit AC loop"
AC Loop appeared on her head with a grin, "All done!"
" Excellent. Well done Unit AC Loop. Now we move onto the next step in restoring Vex's speech ability" Malcor says. She looks at the Nanny bot. " Remain the bed for now. Soon you'll have a directive" the machine chimes in acknowledgement
" Next step. Diaphragmatic Pressure Calibration. His body learning to how to compress air without the generator's active power line doing it for them. Unit AC Loop, this step will take longer. More then weeks possibly months. If i give you a very serious continuous job. Can you drop your silly demeanor? , i need you to be more serious,unblinking link between my calculations and Vex's biology"
"I can't; if I do that, I go feral and try to destroy the system"
"Can you do it if you aren't continuously on the job. Instead in shifts. You do the job, Nanny will take over, you take a breather and balance yourself then back on the job. "
"Sounds fine to me"
Malcor plucks him over her head and holds him in her hands inspecting him with an unreadable expression. There's no rush to get into step two in fact it's best to let Vex's new upgrades settle in first.
" You are very interesting Unit AC Loop. Very Interesting indeed. I never know what to expect from you, you're so--- unpredictable. You give me so much to work with darling"
He "smiled" at her, twirling his staff with flourish, "What good is living if you can't mix it up now amd then?"
" Exactly. There's no rush to get into step two in the procedure right now so darling, you get to have some spotlight " Malcor says with a slow, methodical rhythm. She crosses the room and puts him down on an extermination table. " Sit, make yourself cozy, we can't leave Vex unattended simply alone"
He sits on her shoukder with a hum
"Unit AC Loop, define your primary function within this sector without using a first-person pronoun." Malcor says. The Cadence is is a flat, rhythmic indifference of an automated transit announcement. Low, quiet, and intimately close. a quiet, polite wall of absolute logic demanding compliance
"To make sure Vex is functioning and keep them on the oath to progress"
"When an error occurs in the calibration bay, is it an expression of personal malice, or a failure of basic maintenance protocols?"
"Failure of basic maintenence protocols:
"By what percentage does your individual presence increase the net efficiency of Veyne Industries?"
"About 70%"
"If your personal preferences conflict with a direct optimization mandate, which element possesses the higher structural validity?"
He goes to respond, but immediately froze as his gaze was now a screen of old coding followed by an old dial up sound.
Malcor gives a nod approvingly. She takes Ac Loop off her shoulder then sets him down on the extermination table then sets to work on him. She reprograms him, she edits his codeing. Now reprogrammed to be cold and calculating now rhe feral stage won't happen
" Unit AC Loop. Describe the nature of your current compliance: is it an emotional choice, or an established mechanical necessity?"
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
"Simple, to become the top fashionista and influencer of all time"
" You will. Because, Veyne industries is actually an even bigger power house then Voxtek. Why else would Vox want me as his benefactor? , Voxtek is all image and perception he's rules the airwaves, my industrial company owns the ground beneath the towers, i have factories on every ring which used to be a frozen lake"
Malcor explains with flat, unassailable matter-of-factness of an engineer explaining a mathematical law.
@siempreminta
Vox looks at the screen of her tablet watching more comments appearing like wild fire rapidly. A wicked smile upon his face as well and watching like it's an entertaining show. " It's almost five now. How about instead of a movie Vel---- let's just watch all of these comments. This is hilarious"
She gives him a pout with a mock puppy whine, "Can't we do both?"
"At the same time? Sounds like a plan." Vox’s assent was accompanied by a tiny, definitive nod, though the sharp glint in his eyes spoke of pure amusement. Her dramatic, mock puppy whine echoed through the room, a sound so delightfully pathetic he couldn't help but relish it. It was exactly the kind of playful resistance he thrived on.
"Great! We can split the screen so we can do both! And we can get some cuddle time too!"
" Exactly. We'll talk business the way there." Vox says. It's one of his favorite subjects other then the topic of his sharks, talking about the market, stock, profit the products, metrics ,he's making anything that is corporate.
"Come on, I know the perfect cheesy movie we can watch"
Vox crossed the threshold, and the ambient air instantly turned thick with the smell of ozone and hot hardware. He passed a screen, and his face didn't just appear on it—it stretched across it, the digital entity leaning against the inside of the glass as if looking out at the physical world from a grander vantage point. As he moved deeper into the room, the feed didn't break; it simply shifted perspective, tracking his physical form from three different angles across three different walls. It was hard to tell which Vox was the real one: the demon walking the floor, or the infinite, electric entity woven into the very fabric of the suite.
He is the vessel his physical body every screen in the room is are his extended nervous system.
" Cheesy movie?" Vox says Just for now dropping his CEO demeanor right now he's not juggling his immense power and the network, pride ring is ruled by their trio but right now? He's just existing here with her.
" You can understand why that does come as quite the shock to know you like anything cheesy. Or do you just enjoy judging the cheesiness of it like a bad outfit which failed? "
She smirks at him as she settles onto the couch, "Sometimes I like to watxh something stupid, it makes me feel relaxed."
" I see. You find these films relaxing,in the same way that i do find paperwork calming?" Vox says slowly trying to wrap his logical numerical mind around something so small and human trying to understand it. He takes a seat next to her.
In his mind, calling himself ' overlord' as an empty title just to feel a sense of belonging in fit in between Valentino and her that's one thing. To understand their ways is entirely something else. To him it's learning a foreign concept because he's incredibly out of touch with his long since lost humanness.
She nods as she leans back and begins to scroll the options, "Yeah basically"
'' What's the percentage of it? How do you measure your --- relaxing?" Vox asks curiousy. Hour by hour as he relaxes when doing paperwork he keeps track of the levels of his calmness and wants to know if she too calculates progressively relaxing.
She finally lands on a movie called "SpaceBalls", snickering at the name, "Nah, darling...I don't measure the amount, I just go with the flow."
" Go with the flow? But it it's not numerical then how does it work? If you don't mesure the amount how do you know it's worked?"
"You just know"
" That doesn't make any sense. You can't just know anything. If there's no logic then how do you know it worked? If there's no numbers no percentage. "
"Okay...you know how I come in the morning all pissy? But then towards the end of the day I'm more cheery? It's because I learned to not overthink on numbers and shit. I allow myself to just unwind and my body just relaxes."
"I see. Then you simply focus on being productive. Correct?"
"Yeah"
" Interesting. That makes sense, however you wouldn't have to so that if you focused only upon being productive. That's what i do constantly. I focus upon work a lot of the time. Late into the night since I don't sleep, everyday, work work work. That's a top priority thought in my mind"
"Well, maybe this can be a way for you to unwind once in awhile"
"Unwind. There's nothing productive about it, sitting around, doing nothing. Not achieving anything. There's no logical purpose for it."
"Doesn't have to be logical..."
She nestled ip to his side, arms wrapped around his waist, "Unless you count cuddling as logical"
" I can do that." Vox says smoothly. He's sitting perfectly still, quietly and at peace by her side. A beat, thinking then lowers his voice a little. " This is nice. I like being here with you. Just, feels right"
@siempreminta
Malcor’s gaze drops down to AC-Loop's expanding midsection. Watching a digital-biological entity's "belly" visibly swell with a fresh batch of theatrical property in real-time should probably violate every law of medical and computer science in her books—but the data doesn't lie.
She pulls her tablet right back out, her stylus tapping against the screen in perfect synchronization.
FACTORY METRIC PROJECTIONS // HOURLY mitOSIS
1500 Hours: Unit AC-Duct deployed to the ventilation shafts (Complete).
1600 Hours: Arrival of Asset #4. Potential Assignment: Cafeteria Monitoring / Nutritional Efficiency Oversight.
1700 Hours: Arrival of Asset #5. Potential Assignment: Loading Dock Logistics / Synchronized Cargo Handling.
Total Forecast: A full corporate chorus line by the end of the night shift.
"An hour per unit? I see. A sixty-minute manufacturing turnaround with zero raw material cost. You truly are the most efficient disaster I have ever allowed"
She steps back, tucking her tablet under her arm and folding her hands.
"Keep cooking, Unit AC-Loop. I'll go prepare the technical blueprints for Floor 2. Let's see if your next 'mini-me' comes out with an aptitude for heavy machinery management. Sit down.''
She walks away briskly leaving the room, before she does that there's another task she needs to
She returns to the room where Luxe Fang Mk. II is
" You need somebody to keep an eye on you darling. Somebody to refuel you when i can't tend to you"
A heavy-duty medical robot—the pristine, clinical Nanny Drone—for a far more critical, high-end assignment.
SPECIFIC CONDITIONAL DIRECTIVES
The Location: Deep within the facility’s concrete foundation, stationed permanently at the heavy-duty H-shaped steel frame server.
The-Feed Loop: The Nanny Drone will monitor Luxe Fang Mk. II’s code density. When his internal memory reservoirs require replenishment, it will bypass standard interfaces pump raw, unthrottled data packages directly into his primary ports. dense, high-nutrient food that gives his self generating power an extra kick replenising, restore more energy, more power to be dispensed
The Generator Throttle: The moment Luxe reaches peak data saturation, the Nanny Drone will automatically dial back the H-frame’s primary power generator to prevent core meltdown, allowing him a strictly timed, short window of system rest before the cycle repeats
"There. Now you are well taken care of and have company," she murmurs to the screen, her voice dripping with a dark, possessive satisfaction.
THE ISOLATION PROTOCOL
The Subject: Luxe Fang Mk. II remains perfectly frozen, a pristine golden monument anchored directly into the building's concrete foundation.
The Companion: The Nanny Drone stands over him like an unblinking, heavy-duty guardian, its hydraulic arms poised raw data packs the exact microsecond his levels dip.
The Atmosphere: Total, clinical isolation from the chaotic musical theater taking over the upper floor
Malcor leaves the room, locking it behind her, prepares the technical blueprints for floor two then returns to Ac loop holding the blue print in her hands.
'" Report your process Unit AC loop"
AC Loop appeared on her head with a grin, "All done!"
" Excellent. Well done Unit AC Loop. Now we move onto the next step in restoring Vex's speech ability" Malcor says. She looks at the Nanny bot. " Remain the bed for now. Soon you'll have a directive" the machine chimes in acknowledgement
" Next step. Diaphragmatic Pressure Calibration. His body learning to how to compress air without the generator's active power line doing it for them. Unit AC Loop, this step will take longer. More then weeks possibly months. If i give you a very serious continuous job. Can you drop your silly demeanor? , i need you to be more serious,unblinking link between my calculations and Vex's biology"
"I can't; if I do that, I go feral and try to destroy the system"
"Can you do it if you aren't continuously on the job. Instead in shifts. You do the job, Nanny will take over, you take a breather and balance yourself then back on the job. "
"Sounds fine to me"
Malcor plucks him over her head and holds him in her hands inspecting him with an unreadable expression. There's no rush to get into step two in fact it's best to let Vex's new upgrades settle in first.
" You are very interesting Unit AC Loop. Very Interesting indeed. I never know what to expect from you, you're so--- unpredictable. You give me so much to work with darling"
He "smiled" at her, twirling his staff with flourish, "What good is living if you can't mix it up now amd then?"
" Exactly. There's no rush to get into step two in the procedure right now so darling, you get to have some spotlight " Malcor says with a slow, methodical rhythm. She crosses the room and puts him down on an extermination table. " Sit, make yourself cozy, we can't leave Vex unattended simply alone"
He sits on her shoukder with a hum
"Unit AC Loop, define your primary function within this sector without using a first-person pronoun." Malcor says. The Cadence is is a flat, rhythmic indifference of an automated transit announcement. Low, quiet, and intimately close. a quiet, polite wall of absolute logic demanding compliance
"To make sure Vex is functioning and keep them on the oath to progress"
"When an error occurs in the calibration bay, is it an expression of personal malice, or a failure of basic maintenance protocols?"
"Failure of basic maintenence protocols:
"By what percentage does your individual presence increase the net efficiency of Veyne Industries?"
"About 70%"
"If your personal preferences conflict with a direct optimization mandate, which element possesses the higher structural validity?"
@siempreminta
" Vox, we'll join you shortly. First, i wish to speak to her alone. ". Vox nods and gets up. " I'll see you back at the tower Vel.". He doesn't wait for her to answer he casually strolls away then with a crackle of static and ZAP of voltage he's gone.
Malcor blinks slowly because to her that makes him even more desirable and makes her want him even more now.
"Well then. That is--- certainly something interesting. " She says slowly carefully choosing her words. "Back to the point. Velvette, i would most certainly like to see where you make your master pieces happen
She smirked at her, leaning against the desk with a tilt of her head, "Simple really, I look back on centuries of fashion, then take each piece to make them into soemthing new"
"How Innovative." Malcor says politely, the ghost of a smile upon her face again. "I would love to see your studio, Velvette. I do appreciate the aesthetic of architecture."
"Perhaps you could show me how you blend form and function in your latest drafts," she continues, her gaze shifting subtly to take in the surrounding space. "It is rare to find someone who treats structure not just as a necessity, but as an art form. Lead the way."
"Sure thing, just step into my office "
Malcor steps across the threshold, her polished, heavy heels clicking with a distinct, metallic finality against the glossed floor.
She pauses. Her dark, mirror-finish visor slowly tilts upward, executing a slow, sweeping 364-degree scan of the architecture.
The room doesn't just contain vanity; it is constructed from it. The lighting is engineered at an aggressive, theatrical angle—calculated specifically to eliminate shadows from Velvette’s face while casting any visitor into a dim, subservient silhouette. The walls are convex, subtly curving inward like the interior of a massive, gilded jewelry box, forcing the eye back toward the central velvet-lined design platform. It is a space designed entirely to feed a ravenous, unchecked ego.
The pure, unchecked arrogance radiating It provides an absolute abundance of leverage.
"The structural geometry of this room demands an upgrade. Leave that to me, a gift from me.
A mind that demands this level of structural supremacy should never be forced to look outward at the pedestrian shifts of the common market. You have built a temple of form here.You do not need to trouble your processing power with what the masses desire on the streets; they do not know what they want until you craft it.
I will deliver the raw consumer metadata straight to your terminal. Your only directive is to remain the absolute deity of this engine. After all. Isn't that business partners do? Consider it a favor, I'll do the less glamorous part for you"
She chuckled at her offer, smirking at Malcor flirtatiously, "I'm flattered. Not even together for a day and you're already spoiling me"
Malcor doesn't say anything immediately she's looking around the room doing calculations in her head, measurements and diameters and the perimeters, observing the details in fine detail then takes out the tablet and writes down notes then puts it away." Of course. Just as i told Vox, only the best for my clients. " Then looks at her, really looks at her dead in the eyes.
" It's a pain isn't it Velvette?, dealing with rude customers who think you work like a machine they want your master piece on the spot. Trying to juggle what sinners want. Well now there will be no more dealing that. I will handle that for you"
"You're something else, you know that?"
" I appreciate the sentiment. " Malcor gives a microscopic nod. She doesn't ask what she means instead decides to simply play along for the sake of calculatedly stroking Velvette’s ego stroked, because a happy asset is a compliant asset , kept happy is always when an asset is the most useful
"Your brand relies heavily on an aura of untouchable independence. Do you currently maintain any domestic anchors—trusted personal staff, long-term associates, or private responsibilities—that require Veyne logistical management so they do not distract from your workflow?"
"I put my trust into one of my assistants, Melissa. Also in Ethan, Vox, and Valentino "
Malcor nods slowly. She doesn't need to ask to understand that clearly that's her main circle of connections. " What do you truly want Velvette? You can trust me with, I won't tell anyone"
@siempreminta
Malcor’s gaze drops down to AC-Loop's expanding midsection. Watching a digital-biological entity's "belly" visibly swell with a fresh batch of theatrical property in real-time should probably violate every law of medical and computer science in her books—but the data doesn't lie.
She pulls her tablet right back out, her stylus tapping against the screen in perfect synchronization.
FACTORY METRIC PROJECTIONS // HOURLY mitOSIS
1500 Hours: Unit AC-Duct deployed to the ventilation shafts (Complete).
1600 Hours: Arrival of Asset #4. Potential Assignment: Cafeteria Monitoring / Nutritional Efficiency Oversight.
1700 Hours: Arrival of Asset #5. Potential Assignment: Loading Dock Logistics / Synchronized Cargo Handling.
Total Forecast: A full corporate chorus line by the end of the night shift.
"An hour per unit? I see. A sixty-minute manufacturing turnaround with zero raw material cost. You truly are the most efficient disaster I have ever allowed"
She steps back, tucking her tablet under her arm and folding her hands.
"Keep cooking, Unit AC-Loop. I'll go prepare the technical blueprints for Floor 2. Let's see if your next 'mini-me' comes out with an aptitude for heavy machinery management. Sit down.''
She walks away briskly leaving the room, before she does that there's another task she needs to
She returns to the room where Luxe Fang Mk. II is
" You need somebody to keep an eye on you darling. Somebody to refuel you when i can't tend to you"
A heavy-duty medical robot—the pristine, clinical Nanny Drone—for a far more critical, high-end assignment.
SPECIFIC CONDITIONAL DIRECTIVES
The Location: Deep within the facility’s concrete foundation, stationed permanently at the heavy-duty H-shaped steel frame server.
The-Feed Loop: The Nanny Drone will monitor Luxe Fang Mk. II’s code density. When his internal memory reservoirs require replenishment, it will bypass standard interfaces pump raw, unthrottled data packages directly into his primary ports. dense, high-nutrient food that gives his self generating power an extra kick replenising, restore more energy, more power to be dispensed
The Generator Throttle: The moment Luxe reaches peak data saturation, the Nanny Drone will automatically dial back the H-frame’s primary power generator to prevent core meltdown, allowing him a strictly timed, short window of system rest before the cycle repeats
"There. Now you are well taken care of and have company," she murmurs to the screen, her voice dripping with a dark, possessive satisfaction.
THE ISOLATION PROTOCOL
The Subject: Luxe Fang Mk. II remains perfectly frozen, a pristine golden monument anchored directly into the building's concrete foundation.
The Companion: The Nanny Drone stands over him like an unblinking, heavy-duty guardian, its hydraulic arms poised raw data packs the exact microsecond his levels dip.
The Atmosphere: Total, clinical isolation from the chaotic musical theater taking over the upper floor
Malcor leaves the room, locking it behind her, prepares the technical blueprints for floor two then returns to Ac loop holding the blue print in her hands.
'" Report your process Unit AC loop"
AC Loop appeared on her head with a grin, "All done!"
" Excellent. Well done Unit AC Loop. Now we move onto the next step in restoring Vex's speech ability" Malcor says. She looks at the Nanny bot. " Remain the bed for now. Soon you'll have a directive" the machine chimes in acknowledgement
" Next step. Diaphragmatic Pressure Calibration. His body learning to how to compress air without the generator's active power line doing it for them. Unit AC Loop, this step will take longer. More then weeks possibly months. If i give you a very serious continuous job. Can you drop your silly demeanor? , i need you to be more serious,unblinking link between my calculations and Vex's biology"
"I can't; if I do that, I go feral and try to destroy the system"
"Can you do it if you aren't continuously on the job. Instead in shifts. You do the job, Nanny will take over, you take a breather and balance yourself then back on the job. "
"Sounds fine to me"
Malcor plucks him over her head and holds him in her hands inspecting him with an unreadable expression. There's no rush to get into step two in fact it's best to let Vex's new upgrades settle in first.
" You are very interesting Unit AC Loop. Very Interesting indeed. I never know what to expect from you, you're so--- unpredictable. You give me so much to work with darling"
He "smiled" at her, twirling his staff with flourish, "What good is living if you can't mix it up now amd then?"
" Exactly. There's no rush to get into step two in the procedure right now so darling, you get to have some spotlight " Malcor says with a slow, methodical rhythm. She crosses the room and puts him down on an extermination table. " Sit, make yourself cozy, we can't leave Vex unattended simply alone"
He sits on her shoukder with a hum
"Unit AC Loop, define your primary function within this sector without using a first-person pronoun." Malcor says. The Cadence is is a flat, rhythmic indifference of an automated transit announcement. Low, quiet, and intimately close. a quiet, polite wall of absolute logic demanding compliance
"To make sure Vex is functioning and keep them on the oath to progress"
"When an error occurs in the calibration bay, is it an expression of personal malice, or a failure of basic maintenance protocols?"
"Failure of basic maintenence protocols:
"By what percentage does your individual presence increase the net efficiency of Veyne Industries?"
