"Ooh, what did ya say? You ain't got a valentine?" Angel promptly jumped to his feet at the realisation; you were free and he was bored. This was a heaven-made match (no pun intended). "Wonderful!" he chided. The sense of ennui that had previously consumed him seemed to dissipate instantly.

Angel Dust whisked you away to his room before you could even utter a word of protest. Once there, he practically launched himself into his own closet, rummaging through his... unique collection of clothes. "We're going out... and I'm going to make you look fabulous, doll," he said smugly.

While he was preoccupied with choosing you a positively glamorous attire, you took a moment to survey the interior of his room- the purple lights perfectly complemented the extravagance he revelled in, while simultaneously making it a cozy environment. Other than the eclectic mix of beauty products scattered about, his room seemed organized.

Your eyes wandered around, taking in the myriad of posters that adorned the walls, before Angel's voice brought you back to the present. "A corset's gotta do the trick." he announced, having picked out an intricate corset which landed atop his bed for you to observe and hopefully approve of.