The Cutting Room Floor (Vox x f!Reader)

Chapter 4

"If you want Carmilla to be eating out of your hand, you need to add more rolls when you pronounce your r's, it's much sexier, mi amor~ . Try saying it how I do."

"Mi amor~" You repeated back with the same purred seductive tone, rolling the r a tad longer this time as you leaned into the word. You caught Vox's stare in the rearview mirror, and you gave him a quick wink in return.

"Eyes on the road, lover boy," Velvette cut in, not even looking up from her phone. Vox quickly readjusted his steering accordingly.

The four of you were headed to a conference in the North of Pride, hosted by the King of Greed himself, Mammon. It was supposed to be an opportunity to showcase businesses, network, discuss changes in Hell's economy, etcetera, but you theorized it was all just a front for Mammon to scout more businesses to buy and or exploit. Mammon wouldn't be there though, no, he would appear in a life-sized hologram and have his little scouts do the work for him.

You and Vox were the only ones that were excited for the conference though. Vox had mentioned the invitation in passing to you, and when he found out you were attending, he was quick to get the other two Vees on board. For convenience, he also offered for you to drive with them- something about saving gas or some other such reasoning.

Turning her attention back to you from shotgun, Velvette groaned, rolling her eyes, "All this for that last season frigid bitch?" She shoved her phone into your face, displaying a picture of Carmilla's face with poop emoji stickers plastered all over it. You gently pushed the phone down so you met Velvette's gaze, "Carmilla is the last overlord I have yet to sign with me, so I'll do whatever it takes."

"Then are you plannin' on seducin' her?!"

"Ooo, I have more tips for that if you are~!" Valentino chimed in, starting to go off about sex tips.

"Like I said, I'll do whatever it takes." You smirked, nonchalantly running a hand through your hair. "Seriously though, no, I just wanna impress her if I have the chance." You added, jokingly pulling Valentino's hat over his face to get him to stop spewing out the best ways for you to use your tongue on Carmilla.

'If I have the chance' was a massive understatement. You had been prepping for months now, learning Spanish, along with some common phrases and sayings all for Carmilla. Honestly it was all riding on the chance that Carmilla muttered something in Spanish which would give you the chance to bust out a full sentence with flawless pronunciation. You had a lot of respect for Carmilla, and every reason to. The top weapon dealer in Hell, mother of two, and chair of overlord meetings. The issue with Carmilla though was that at overlord meetings, she was typically last to enter the room, and the first to leave after a meeting. And that was the only time you ever saw her. You never really saw her at the events you frequented, even back when you were high on recruiting clientele. She would, however, be present at this conference, which gave you the perfect setting and opportunity to get her on your books.

Velvette scoffed, putting her headphones back on and continuing to scroll on her phone.

"This would be so much more fun if we could go to Greed instead of some hotel in Pride," Valentino pouted, crossing his arms in his seat.

"Pshh, I'd rather visit literally any other ring than Greed." You leaned back in your seat. The pictures you'd seen made it obvious Greed reeked of corporate pollution, swirling in the sickeningly green sky. And clowns, for some reason.

Valentino's eyes flashed, "Like Lust? I'd fucking kill to travel there."

"Oh, Lust for sure!" You beamed, shooting a finger gun at him. "While Pride is my home, my heart yearns for Envy." You added, dramatically swooning against the window. "I could see that for you," Vox stifled a laugh at your little act, prompting you to sit up and thrust an illusion microphone by his face. "Vox, if you could travel to any ring in Hell, which would it be and why?" You asked, mimicking a reporter's voice.