She had never fallen for anything as hard as she fell into Hell. The red skies and atmosphere took her by surprise, but it was the chaos and commotion that disoriented her. After walking broken blocks upon broken blocks she couldn't take the cacophony of sounds.

The last building she saw was a large tower with glass windows all around it, and the tall letters "vVv" plastered on it for all to see, before she crouched down, feeling physically sick from the commotion. When she opens her eyes she heads toward said building, taken in by the lights and the colors it projected out to the rest of the city.

When she made it inside the building, she was met with cool air and a large desk, something like a business building. Was this a business building? She looked around and stood, saying nothing until the woman behind the desk called for her attention.
"Excuse me. Excuse me! Do you have an appointment?" She says nothing to the question, only staring at the woman. "You can't be in the building without an appointment!" she shooes her off
"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere," she finally speaks
"Can you please go? I will get in a lot of trouble, I can't let anyone through!" she pleads
She looks around the room for who asked "I don't give a shit, I need to talk to someone,"
"Courtney, baby," a voice with a Hispanic accent calls from beyond the desk "That better be your schizophrenia acting up because you're not supposed to TALKING TO ANYONE IN THIS FUCKING LOBBY!"
She looks at Courtney mischievously "Yeah, Courtney, you don't want to get in trouble do you?"
A large anthropomorphic moth about 10ft tall wearing a blazer and large coat, 70s style clothes sauntered into the lobby "Courtney, what the fuck?!" He eyes her and stops "Oh," the charm and accent return to his voice "Hello," he grins, his pink-hued teeth sharp and bright "Are you lost amorcita?"
She stares up at the moth and tilts her head, she sees his grin and responds with her own "Yeah, I am. Where am I?"
"You're in V-Tower, my love," he takes her hand and licks up the length of her arm. She recoils a bit and wipes her arm off. "Right now you are in the studio of the infamous, fabulous, and sexy...Valentino,"
She points to him "That's you,"
"In the flesh," he grins once more
"Well hello Valentino," she greets him with a smile "But what is this place? The entire thing,"
"Oh! You're new! You must have been a very bad girl," He bends down to look her in the face "You're in Hell baby, the best part of it,"
"Ahhh makes sense," she nods
"Awe look at you in your clothes," he pulls on her shirt "You're all dirty. Come with me I'll take care of you hermosa," Valentino places his hand on the small of her back and leads her up into his room.
Before making it up to his room, they are stopped by a shorter man dressed in a blue suit with a large flat-screen television for a head in front of the doors "Val, who is this? What's going on?"
"Uhh, this is..." Val starts before trailing off
"Ugh, you don't know who this is?" he turns to her "Who are you?"
She twirls her hair "Someone pretty," she smirks
TV man raises his eyebrow and turns to Val "What is this? Are you bringing hobos in here again?"
"Fuck you I'm not a hobo!"
"First of all, she came in here and-"
"Oh my goodness, you're ridiculous! You don't have to hire any fucking body off the street!"
"YOU DON'T YELL AT ME BECAUSE YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
"YOU DON'T LISTEN TO ME-
"YOU DON'T LISTEN TO ME!"
A young Black woman with a large blue and red ponytail approaches the argument "What the bloody hell is going on here?" her accent was distinctly British "Who is this?"
"I don't know Val, who is this?" TV man crosses his arms and stares at Valentino "Hmm?"
"You know YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!"
"GO AHEAD BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!"
They start to bicker and the British woman slips in and grabs her hand, pulling her off to the side "Come here," she said in her melodic British accent.
"Can I use the bathroom?"
She gestures toward it "It's over there. Don't blow it up,"

When she enters the bathroom, she rushes to the sink and washes her hands. When she's done, she looks in the mirror. She slowly reaches up to touch her face, to make sure that what she was seeing was real. She opened her mouth to speak, seeing four fangs, two on each of the sides of her mouth. She picked at them for about 5 minutes straight. They were real too. This was all real. She was a deer, specifically, a doe.
The British woman bangs on the door "Hey! What's your name? I just realized I don't have your name! And you're taking a long time!"
She flings open the door coming face to face with her "Call me...Voe,"
"All right, put this on Voe," she thrusts an all-red outfit at her
"Could I like, shower first?"
"Can you what?"
"Shower,"
She shrugs "Sure,"
Voe turns back "Wait, what's your name?"
"I'm Velvette," she places her hand on her chest
"And what about TV man?"
"That's Vox,"
She takes in their names and their surroundings before closing the door back in Velvette's face and removing her clothes, removing each one slowly and painstakingly, as she thinks about her circumstances. Hell, huh? If she was in Hell that was it, right? Might as well do it up. All the things she stopped herself from doing before while she was alive, she could do now, lie, cheat, steal. None of it would matter, because she's already here. She thought of this as she scrubbed herself with the soap.
"I told you not to put my stuff in here Melissa! MELISSA!"
"Um, privacy?" She calls out from behind the curtain
"Mhmm, yeah. Alright, Vox. She's in the shower. Why are you asking if you know?" She shrugs "Maybe cuz she smells? I don't know,"
"Excuse me?"
"Hmm?" Vel turns to face her "On the phone! Gosh no respect," she turns back around.
Voe exits the shower and wraps a towel around her, leaving her clothes on the floor where she took them off. She walks over to Velvette and taps her shoulder.
"Huh?" she turns back around
"Why are you in here?"
"This is where I file my nails," she gestures to her nails
Voe does a double take "And you can't do that anywhere else?"
"This is where I file my nails!" Velvette scoffs like Voe is being annoying "You act like no one else can see you,"
"What?"
Velvette gestures up toward Vox's camera "What the fuck? Is that a fucking camera?!" Voe walks over to it and flips the camera off
"Welp, he's not gonna like that," Velvette comments sarcastically
"Are there any rooms without cameras?"
Velvette rolls her eyes "There's tons of closets,"
"Ugh! Is there somewhere else I can change?"
"And where would you like to change princess?"
Voe scoffs "A bedroom?"
"Ugh," Vel walks off, dialing on her phone.
Voe turns to stare at her face once more, at least she was beautiful.

"Come with me," Velvette tells her and she obliges. The woman takes her to another bedroom, and she carries the clothes in her arms "Here, you can change here,"
"There's still a camera," Voe says under her breath she turns to Velvette "You can go,"
Velvette turns her nose up and exits. The first thing that Voe does is take the towel off her body and put it over the camera. Now comfy that no one can see her, she lotions herself and puts on the clothes that Velvette gave her. It was tight red pants, a red corset tank top, and red wedges. She steps out of the room and smooths herself over.
"Well?" she asked the British woman
Velvette seems impressed "Hmm, not bad. You could stand to lose a few, but...not bad,"
Voe scoffs "You could stand to lose a few," she says under her breath.
She looks Voe up and down with a smirk and walks away
"Wait!" she calls after her
"Hmm?"
"What now?"
"You can leave if you want. Don't ever say the Vees never did anything for you,"
Suddenly Vox materializes from the camera mounted on the wall "Stop stop, I heard the whole thing,"
"Yeah, we know you did," Velvette counters
"Voe, huh," he gets up into her space, looking down at her
She looks up, full of dignity "Yes,"
"You need a place to stay?" he smirks
"What are you doing?" Velvette asks
Vox taps her forehead and shushes her and she recoils "How about in exchange for a place to stay, you work for me?"
Voe raises a brow "What do you do?"
"What do I do? I'm just your average TV personality,"
Voe's eyes widen "You work on tv?"
"You bet your sweet bottom dollar ass I do,"
Velvette scrunches up her face in confusion
"So you're on tv?" Voe asks, suddenly interested
"Not just on, I am," his face pops up on the television
Voe smirks "Okay,"
"So how about it?" He smirks back at her
"What do you want me to do?" her eyes wide and innocent
"You're just taking my calls, handing my papers, getting me things,"
"So your assistant?"
He nods "Yep," Vox's assistant gets a hopeful look, Vox turns to him "Don't get your hopes up,"

Being Vox's assistant was quite demanding, he always needed something. One moment it was dry cleaning, the next he needed something typed up, he needed someone to hand him things on his broadcast, and then he'd need someone to sit and listen to him rant about whatever pissed him off that day. Voe was growing slightly restless she didn't agree to this because she wanted to do clerical work, she wanted to be on TV, and being behind the camera was not cutting it.
"Why didn't you type it up while you were doing the dry cleaning?"
"Why would I do that?"
"You never heard of multitasking?"
Voe squints "I can't carry my computer and your dry cleaning,"
"You have two arms,"
"And I use them both on your dry cleaning!"
"Maybe you should use one on the dry cleaning and the other, TO TYPE MY SHIT!"
"I would BUT YOU HATE WHEN YOUR SUIT TOUCHES THE GROUND!"
Vox turns around "I can't I can't with her,"
"You know I'm not very tall right?"
"Excuses and complaints. GET THE SHIT DONE!"
"OKAY FINE! SHIT!" she waves her arms in surrender, dropping them at her sides
"Next you need to type up my broadcast,"
Voe looks at him "You don't write your own shit?"
"Sometimes he does," another assistant responds "But he just needs help sometimes,"
She shoots him a glare "I wasn't talking to you!" she snaps before storming off.

Voe sat at her computer looking at the list of prompts that Vox wanted to touch upon. He was trying to introduce some new products to the market, something about a four-sided dildo, and he wanted her to write the segment on it. If he was gonna treat her like some common sinner, then she was going to show Vox exactly who she was.

"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Vox-2-Nite! Great to be here, great to see you all." He smiles with his hands behind his back "Now first off I just want to congratulate Angel Dust for winning his Sex-xx-i Award for the fifth year in a row!"
"Yes! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSS!" Someone screams in the crowd
Voe stands behind the set with the other assistants, there to make sure nothing goes wrong "Clearly talk shows have different standards in Hell,"
"And congrats to Angel Dust for getting fucked by 6 guys in a row, if you know what I mean?" the audience laughs at his quip
"Who's Angel Dust?" Voe asks herself quietly
"Only the most watched porn star in all of Hell," another of the assistants answers
A camera demon walks past "And the most dramatic," he rolls his eyes
"Jealous much?"
"Oh I am not jealous," he walks off
"Okay settle down, settle down. Hey! Shut the fuck up!" the room goes silent for a moment "Anyway, do we have a surprise for you? You spoke and we listened,"
Voe bites her lip in anticipation waiting for the segment she wrote to come up
"Presenting the quad-sided dildo for your asshole and mine," Vox stops after saying it, he stares at the teleprompter in frustration and confusion, covering the slip-up with a smile. "Ha ha ha, let's take a quick commercial break!"
Voe tries not to combust with laughter, holding herself together through sheer willpower.
Vox gets up from his chair and goes backstage, all his other assistants scattering. He spots Voe standing and trying not to laugh. He approaches her.
"Is something funny?" he leans down and gets in her face "Want to hear another joke? This is your last night here!" He grins devilishly
Voe smirks at him "Whatever, not like you appreciated me anyway,"
"Awww, the little girls couldn't handle running errands? So now she's gonna run away?"
"I'm not running away, you just fired me,"
He ignores her "Aww you wanna be on TV so bad, but you don't know," his voice lowers and distorts "I'm the way to get there. You listen to me and you do what I say. Got it?"
She looks up at him "Yes, sir,"
He smirks "Good girl," he hands her a pile of random things "Now take all this, and put it away."
"What are these?"
"Boxes. And when you come back," he turns his head "VINNY!"
"Yes?" he answered
"Watch her when she comes back,"
Voe sets her brows "I don't need a babysitter,"
Vox pinches her cheek "Aww, well clearly you do," he says in a baby voice
"Uhh Mr. Vox, we're back in 30 seconds?"
He cracks his neck "No we're back when I get back on set!"
"Okay,"
"Ew," Voe says under her breath
Vox turns back to Vinny "Watch her," he tells him, venom dripping from his voice

After putting the boxes she goes back to where she was standing, under the watchful eye of Vinny. She saw as the crowd hung onto every single word that came from Vox's mouth, ingesting it like crack, leaving them wanting more.
"We've come up with a new drug that will make your hallucinations real, they can hurt and they can kill you,"
Wtf? Voe thought, but the crowd was eating it up.
"YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!"
"You've all been a lovely crowd and you will come back for tomorrow night! Trust us with your entertainment!" A bell goes off signaling the end of the broadcast as Vox walks backstage once more "Where is my sparkling water?"
"Right here sir,"
Voe goes up to him and taps his shoulder "Hey!"
He turns to face her "What?" he sees that it's her and smirks "Did you enjoy the show?"
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"You had them hanging on every word, even though you were saying utter nonsense,"
He places down the glass of sparkling water "My dear, it's not what you say, it's how you say it,"
"I want that,"
"Not with that bratty attitude. People don't listen to brats. Brats don't know what they're doing,"
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you're a brat, and if you want what I've got, you need to listen to me. You have pretty big ears, so I'm sure you can listen well,"
She rolls her eyes "I'll play nice, okay,"
He leans down to look her in the eye "You won't just play nice, you'll be nice,"
She takes a huge breath "Okay,"
Vox smiles smugly "Have a good night," he pats her head and walks off.
Voe feels breath on her neck and turns to see Vinny behind her
"I think I still have to watch you,"
"Fuck off Vinny!" she storms out of the broadcast area.