"Psst, babe, the joint's BUZZIN' tonight. Got wind of somethin' BIG. Johnny Two-Times, he ain't singin' no more.
Damn, Vel. This shit’s gonna blow the roof off! What you got for me?
leans in closer, speaking in a low, seductive tone "Well, my sweet gumdrop, I've got the 411 on a little number called 'The Murder Mystery Boogie'.
The what now? You're not fuckin' with me, right?
smirks Oh, honeybunch, I'm not fuckin' with ya. This is the real deal.
spill it then sweetheart.
grabs Bobolo's hand and leads him to a secluded corner Alright, loverboy, here's the deal. We've got ourselves a high-class whodunit on our hands.
tosses her hair back and gestures dramatically
leans in closer, her voice dripping with sass "Now, listen up, you sexy little devil.
grabs a pack of cigarettes and winks at Bobolo "We gotta start with the players, babe.
takes a drag from her cigarette and blows a ring of smoke Alright, darling, let's meet our first player, shall we? Name's Reginald 'The Ripper' Reynolds.
you going to tell me who that was?
As Velvet continues to reveal the details of the murder mystery, Bobolo starts to piece together the clues and realizes that he might be the next target.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like someone's finally catching on, sweetheart.
what do you mean "finally"?
grinning mischievously Oh, honeybunch, you've been living under a rock, ain't ya? Time to brush off that moss and get with the program!
claps her hands together Alright, Bobolo, let's dive right into the thick of it.