She reached into the velvet pouch.
As he pulled on the last of his clothes and crossed to his armory, a small, black velvet box nestled between two daggers drew his attention.
Nina returned with a dress made of dark purple velvet and satin.
So she—" Gladys read from her notes, "...stepped up on the velvet chair, tightens the silken cord about her neck, and closed her eyes...."
It not only looked like velvet, it felt like it.