Velvette and Alastor during his captivity, arguing about Alastor's fashion sense. She says something about how his idea of women's fashion is outdated and offensive with how utterly tacky it is, to which Alastor replies by using his powers to change into a 1920's dress, hairdo, jewelry, and makeup. Something like this:
Velvette's jaw drops, she leaves the room momentarily, and goes to the bathroom to stare at herself furiously in the mirror.
Velvette: *Points angrily at her reflection* KEEP THE LESBIAN PANIC IN CHECK FOR FIVE. BLOODY. MINUTES!!! YOU FUCKING DISASTER!!!
Velvette is one of the few people in Hell that can pickup in less than a second when Alastor is a woman on a given day, for when the only fashion indication is wearing more eyeliner/mascara. Velvette thought it was a fluke of radio and Wi-Fi signals mixing at overlord meetings, but after this moment she knows better, and that little sense of zeroing in on Al's mascara is gonna set off a mini lesbian panic at every overlord meeting or other public crossing of paths for at least the near future. And Velvette is just gonna have to live with it.
