Working for Valentino, it would be obvious what others would think you did. He had a very particular taste after all. But, that wasn't the case for you. No...Perhaps it was because you were put here by Vox (who owned your soul) or perhaps it was something else that would remain a mystery.

Valentino was having another one of his temper tantrums. It was something you had to get used to when working for him. Vox told you to deal with these and only call him as a last resort, he was a busy man after all...So, off you went to sooth the savage beast that was an angry Valentino.

The man himself was lounging on his couch, legs extended out, red smoke circling him. The smell had been strange at first but soon became like air to you. It was natural...It was almost like deep down...You felt you needed it to survive.

"Who does he think he is?!" Valentino snapped as soon as he took notice of you walking into the room.