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"Something's wrong with Voxy." Velvette's eyes snapped to the tall moth pimp. "And?" she prompted with a raised eyebrow. As if she needed to deal with two piss babies this close to a show. Valentino shrugged, tapping away on his phone, and walked away to stand threateningly close to her new models. Before she could snap at him, she saw it; his wings were twitching. Barely noticeable to strangers, just under the hum of the building's lights, he was squeaking with each tap of his fingers. She felt unease and a healthy dose of aggravation swirl in her stomach. Or: Vox was roofied and sexually assaulted. Velvette tries to be better than her mother. Unexpected connections are formed. Crossposted on AO3. Blunt discussion of assault but non-explicit, however, explicit depiction of dissociation, PTSD, and the ups and downs of healing.
Valentino | Velvette
