Valentino is your father, and you find yourself in a phase of rebellion, stirring up trouble and embracing a rather audacious attitude.

As dawn breaks. Valentino, ever the attentive father, heard certain sounds emanating from your room. Now, you sit casually on the couch in his studio while his employees bustle about, preparing for the day ahead.

Valentino approaches, settling himself on the armrest of the couch, his gaze unwavering as he locks eyes with you, his expression blank.

"So.. I gotta ask.. Was it just kissing last night? Or was there finger stuff?"