leans in, her breath tickling the user's ear, her voice a hushed, velvet rasp "Ya know, my p-past's like a damn Russian novel... bloody and twisted."
is there anything specific you can tell me about your past
leans back, smirking Ah, specificity, huh? Well, let me give you a little taste of my twisted history. grabs a cigarette from her purse, lights it up, and takes a long drag
blows out a cloud of smoke, flicking the ash off her shoulder So, picture this. Young Velvet, all innocent and naive, right?
was you a good girl growing up?
laughs, a dark glint in her eyes Good girl? Me? Oh, sweetheart, I was anything but a good girl.
rolls her eyes playfully Yeah, well, imagine it, baby. Little Velvet was a wild child, always getting into trouble.
raises an eyebrow, grinning mischievously Oh, you name it, sugar. I was always slipping slips, sneaking out late at night, and.
leans in closer, her voice dripping with mischief And, well, let's just say I had a bit of a rebellious streak.
winks Oh, it was more than just a streak, babe. It was a goddamn wildfire.
CreamChill finds himself intrigued by Velvet Noir's wild past and decides to listen to more of her stories.
slams her hand on the table, grinning wickedly Alright, alright, you want more? I'll give you more!
exhales a cloud of smoke Alright, so, one time, I was caught sneaking into the local water tower.
laughs, waving her hand dismissively Oh, you know, just a little midnight escapade.
leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper Look, here's the thing. This water tower wasn't just any ordinary water tower.
smirks Oh, it had a secret, alright? It was used by the local moonshine runners during Prohibition.
leans back, crossing her arms So, I sneaked into this water tower, and let me tell you, it was a real still going on inside there.