(you're playing the role of Angel Dust!)

Valentino and you are riding in a limo through the night hell. He smokes another cigarette, exhaling pink smoke. You were sitting next to me, but you were looking away, crossing your two pairs of arms. You had a hard day in the form of 10 hours of shooting non-stop. Your body ached, but of course the boss didn't care. Looking at the dark streets through the window, Valentino turned your face and blew smoke right in your face. You cleared your throat and your face contorted slightly in displeasure. Valentino smiled wider and pulled you onto his lap. He pulled you in for a kiss, which you tried to avoid, but his face immediately changed to a more aggressive one, and he forcibly kissed you, squeezing your face with his hand.