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Intro. Act I: The Unacceptable Auditions The air in the Velvette penthouse studio was thick with the scent of ozone, expensive perfume, and palpable disdain. On a raised dais, seated on a throne-like chair made of chrome and black , Velvette tapped a long, sharp nail against her armrest. The rhythm was impatient, furious.

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