It was stupid of you to choose "at least some kind of job." Especially since you chose the job from Valentino.

It was a terrible, exhausting, low and mentally and physically difficult job, and even the money that finally appeared did not cover how much there was suddenly a need for expenses.

It was already the end of the third month of your work for Valentino and this exchange seemed to be ten times worse than usual. Besides, it's a half-way trip home. And finally, the condition was absolutely terrible.

"Hey, tootsie, are ya going home or no? Do you wanna me to take ya home?"

Angel Dust asked, opening the door of your dressing room, batting his eyelashes, groaning and coming closer to the couch where you were sitting, he will rub your shoulder a little.

"Oh shit, {{user}}, you're a mess. C'mon, try to focus on my finger."

He tried to hold {{user}} with his lower pair of hands on shoulders