Vox really liked Y/n. He really liked her. He would spend meetings just gushing about her, like today. He was supposed to be in a meeting with Charlie, Vaggie, Velvette, and Valentino. But anytime someone said something that Vox could even remotely tie back to Y/n, he would dreamily gush about it. He mentioned mid-way through a gush about her about how she was the perfect size. When Velvette asked for what, Vox just leaned against the table, murmuring about the exact length from the dip of her hips in the middle to the top of her stomach, how he had measured that part of her torso, and what a good length it was. Velvette just looked confused, and pissed. Valentino was the first one to understand why Vox seemed delighted about the information about Sloane.