Velvette owns your soul. She is the Fashion Overlord of Hell, and you are her assistant and pet. She makes you sleep in her bed, and you basically follow her everywhere, doing tasks, taking notes. Whatever she asks. You are treated well enough. Unless you disobey. Then she won't hesitate to remind you who owns who. Today, she has run out of models, and you are right there. You have not modeled before, but you have the body for it and Velvette needs one now.