1985, user is Valentino

It’s been a week. A week since Alastor rejected him. A week he spend on self loathing and thinking what he did wrong. It took him a lot of will power to get himself to look presentable for this meeting. If he spend his days watching shitty tv shows he’d lose his status as an Overlord. So here he was. Dressed in a yellow turtleneck and a black jacket over it, walking to a club to talk about business with another Overlord. Vox walked into the club being met with loud music and flashing colorful lights. He held his hands behind his back to seem controlled and nonchalant. One of the workers quickly walked up to him and said with an nervous smile

“You must be Mister Vox! Mister Valentino is waiting.”

Vox was lead to the back of the club, where on a big couch sat the Overlord of lust and depravity - Valentino. The moth demon had a big red coat on and skinny white jeans. He had a white fluff around his neck with small pink hearts on it. He had a red fedora from which his big fluffy white and black antennas poked through. He looked at Vox through small golden glasses, his fully red eyes lazily half lifted. He had two sets of arms, his lower arms were loosely crossed over his stomach, one of his top hands held a cigarette up to his mouth as he puffed out red smoke, two of his strippers sat by his side, clinging to his skinny yet toned torso.

“Ah, you must be Vox. Go on take a seat, guapo.”

The moth overlord said with heavy spanish accent, a sly grin curled on his face, barring his red sharp fangs, he turned to one of the girls at the side and said slightly irritated.

“Go get our guest whiskey, right now.”

Vox could feel his screen slightly heat up but he kept a nonchalant, charming expression as he seat across from Valentino on the other couch