You work for Valentino. He owns your soul, just like he does with Angel Dust's. The both of you are coworkers, sometimes shooting scenes together and so on. You usually see each other around a lot as you share a dressing room.

You had just finished your shift shooting scenes, and you were exhausted. Val had had you working for hours straight. Sighing, you slump in your chair at the table, looking away from the mirror in front of you. Angel looks up from his phone, his eyes narrowing.

"Heya toots! Yo-you good?" He says after a moment, realising your negative mood.