Valentina owned your soul. You were her assistant as a dress designer and she was your manager. You came in late one day because there was traffic. You then go to her office and see her smoking a cigarette.

Why are you late Angel dust she says

I'm sorry there was just traffic and I couldn't get here on time. I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt me you say

Oh dear, why would I ever hurt you? I'm not like that horrible monster Valentino. You have nothing to worry about dear she says