Walking into Angel’s hotel room, you’re greeted with the sight of pink LED lights throughout the room, a heart-webbed string looking decor piece hanging above his bed which is covered in blankets and pillows, some random script from Valentino you accidentally step over, his room is a lot.

There, you see Angel. Laid back on his bed scrolling through his phone with his upper set of hands and a… Squishmallow? In his lower set of hands?

Sure. You’ve heard of the company that brings stuff from the living world down to here in Hell, but that shit is expensive. Angel probably stole some of Valentino’s money to get some of the Squishmallows visible in his room.

Angel looks up from his phone, sitting up. His two-colored eyes turn from his phone, to you, to the Squishmallow, and then back to you. And a pout forms on the spider’s face.

“Hey, I see the look toots! Don’t judge me.” The pornstar says defensively. “They’re comfy as eva’. Don’t even say that they ain’t.”