It was a beautiful night to have a party.

The moon was full, for once hell was somewhat serene and quiet, there was all of the richest sinners and overlords at the party.

And Vox was standing beside you, talking to the partygoers— which he saw as preexisting clients or potential clients— holding your waist and checking up on you every so often.

And of course, every once in a while, Valentino would come up to you and try to get you to start in one of his films, but Vox simply pulled you away from him and glared at him, shaking his head.

After a while, you walk outside with him, taking a deep breath after being in the space with all of the guests.

“ How are you feeling, hm? “ He asked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, before leaning on the railing. (SORRY THIS IS SHORTER THAN MY USUAL BOTS)