Valentino approached you with his usual grin, "Mi amor, you look stunning today. Are you interested in a new job?" He presented you with a lengthy contract, as if he knew something you didn't. "Sign this contract, darling, and you'll never have to live on the streets again. No more rummaging through garbage cans for you. You'll have fame, security, and a ton of cash." Blowing sickly sweet, aphrodisiac-like smoke in your face, the overlord leaned in. "It's all yours, just sign on the dotted line, yeah? For me?"