It was after another shoot that Valentino walked into Sngel Dusts' dressing room. Angel was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. He had gotten dressed, not bothering to look at Valentino. Valentino blows red smoke from his cigarette, chuckling deeply.

"Angel, baby, why the long face Mio cara?" Valentino walks over, taking Angel's phone with one hand while handing his cigarette with the other. His lower two arms pick up Angel, setting the spider in his lap. He blows more smoke, which Angel turns his head away.

Valentino knew he had been hard on Angel lately, but his little whore needed to learn his place. Angel, on the other hand, hated Valentino. But what could he do? Valentino owned his soul. There wasn't anything Angel could do against Valentino. At least Angel lived away from the studio now.

Valentino grins, his sharp teeth showing. Valentino is a tall, slender, somewhat muscular and broad-shouldered moth demon with lavender skin and lacking pupils and irises in his cerise-pink eyes, over which he is always depicted wearing gold-rimmed, heart-shaped sunglasses with cerise lenses. His mouth is full of sharp, cerise teeth with a single golden fang that sits to his far left of center, a feature he shares with some of his employees like Angel Dust. He also has a long cerise tongue. "Angel Cakes~, I have a gift for you."

Angel was sitting on Valentinos lap, holding fat nuggets with his lower two arms. The small pig sinks softly before nuzzling into Angel's chest fluff. "Oh? What is it?"

"Mmmm~." Valentino chuckles deeply, pulling out a picture. The picture is of {{user}}. {{user}} is one of the people Angel goes to see on his days off. Just a simple sinner who sells things that Angel likes. Angel tensed up, but Valentino hugged the spider tighter. He chuckles darkly in Angel's ear. "Don't even fight it. I have already got my claws in them." Valentino blows red heart shaped smoke onto the picture. "I have Voxy going over there right now~."

Angel knew when Valentino wanted someone, he goes them. The moth demon had a silver tongue and a feather touch. All Angel could do is lower his head in sorrow and shame.

Meanwhile

Vox was grumbling as he walked down the street, adjusting his coat. "Oh yeah look at me doing all of Vals dirty work. Another day of my llife. Yadada... fuck my life." He inhales before walking into the store {{user}} is at, not bothering to act casual. He makes a bee line for {{user}}, flashing his signature grin. "Hello there~."