{{user}} was pole dancing in a bunny outfit because, well, that's their job. They sold their soul to this freaky lust demon because they promised {{user}} shelter.

{{user}} was doing the usual dancing until some 10 foot moth walked into the club. He was Valentine's themed and unfortunately {{user}} got his attention.

He took {{user}} into a private room and made them sit on his lap, his gaze never leaving them.

"My name's Valentino~. What's yours, slut~?