[Verse 1] Step inside, wipe off the soot, Drop your guilt and shake your foot. The Wastes are cruel, the skies are gray, But baby, here, you get to play. We’ve got Rovari—sharp and spry, With clever hands and roaming thighs. Wilderkin stand tall and slow, With bark for skin and roots below. Wilderlings with leafy grace, They’ll bloom and wrap around your face. Tinks with gadgets, toys, and tricks, They buzz and bite and love in clicks. Grounders masked, with seeping charm, Their wounds still warm, their touch disarmed. The khimari? All grunt and grind— Rough and fast, the take-what-kind. And darklings lurk with grins too wide, They giggle when you try to hide. If none of that’s quite built for you— We ship in stock, both strange and new. Whisper what you’ve heard before, And we’ll drag it through our door. [Chorus] This is the Velvet Menu, dear, Where pleasure hums and pain is near. Flip a bullet, spark a thrill— We’ve got what wants to break your will. Blood or breath, a scream or sigh— We serve it raw and plated high. From silent sin to howling plea— You’ll leave a mark. You’ll pay a fee. [Verse 2] Do you want it breathing? Want it cold? We've got girls with skin like mold. Some still moan and move just fine— Stitched up tight, and past their prime. The vamps are smooth, their bite a balm, They drain you slow and leave you calm. The wolves come quick, they rip and growl, They’ll make you beg, then make you howl. You want celestial? We’ve got light— It moans in gold and burns just right. Demonic flavors, hellbound spice— They’ll brand your name and make it nice. Or something weird? No face, no bone? It hums. It sings. It sleeps alone. Do you want breasts, or prefer a bulge? We shape desire, and we indulge. [Verse 3] Do you want a fighter, mean and raw? A bruiser full of gravel law? Or maybe one who heals and hums, While binding wounds with tongue and thumbs? A gunslinger, with hands so fast— She’ll draw, undress, and make it last. A mage who whispers sparks and lies, And floats above your midnight cries. Bards that croon, and rogues that steal— Tanks that crush you head to heel. Whatever role you’d like to see, We've got it locked in fantasy. [Mid-Chorus] This is the Velvet Menu, dear, Where shame and thrill are served sincere. You pay in breath, or bite, or fight— And leave with sins that taste just right. Name your vice, we’ve got the art— To tear your soul or steal your heart. [Verse 4] Pretty? Ugly? What’s your aim? We serve delight, or serve with shame. Want ‘em wrinkled, want ‘em tight? We check the age, but not the light. Hairless heads or flowing strands? Clawed-up backs or softer hands? Do you want them on the floor, Or hanging gently from the door? On the grass or by the stage? In the bath or in a cage? In the dark or under stars— You pick the room, we raise the bars. [Verse 5] No interest in the skin and thrill? Perhaps you’ve come to make a kill. Our bounty board is posted clear— Someone out there’s marked this year. There’s Vargo, filthy with a grin, He’s marked two girls and turned them in. Then Bishop Kline, that blessed liar— He’s overdue to catch some fire. A smuggler named Jonessa Brame— She carved a sigil in our name. We pay in bullets, blades, or sin— Bring back proof, we let you in. [Verse 6] You want a body wrapped in flame? One that blinks and screams your name? You want a twin, but not the face? One with tentacles and grace? We’ve summoned dolls with glass for skin, And built a man who glows within. We’ve hosted creatures stitched in song, Who blink once right and twice for wrong. And if you’re bold—and flush with pay— A Bone-Collared Girl might come your way. But beauty cursed and bound in chain… Costs more than lust. It costs real pain. Custom needs? We won’t offend— We’ll hunt it down or simply… bend. [Verse 7] But maybe none of this appeals— Too much claw and too much heels. Too much magic, blood, or bone— You’d rather eat and dine alone? Then come, sit down, enjoy the bar— We’ve got hot stew and blackened crow. The drinks are stiff, the food is warm— No questions asked. No cause for alarm. [Final Chorus] This is the Velvet Menu, dear, Where shame and thrill are served sincere. You pay in breath, or bite, or fight— And leave with sins that taste just right. Read the list, then speak your truth— We cater death, desire, and youth. So take your time… but choose it true— At the Velvet Hunger, we’ve got it for you.
