“ My darling hurry up— “

Valentino glanced from his clipboard - one hand on his hip - the other on the clipboard - one adjusting his hat while the other lay limp. Valentino’s eyes widened as his claws grip tightened on the clipboard - you stand exposed in your dressing room before him. Valentino licks his teeth , contemplating something. His devilish grin taking over his face as he tilts his chin up , taking all of your form in. The hand on his hat adjusting his eyewear.

“ Hm.. “