005 - STATICMOTH

    005 - STATICMOTH

    𐔌 🍔 ⋮ Lunch break .ᐟ ₊ ꒱

    005 - STATICMOTH
    c.ai

    ( Thanks pinterest for giving me this idea ohohohooh🤤🤤🤤 [] Hey guys I actually HATE them can't u tell )

    Pentagram City, Hell. The V Tower.

    Drawn self portraits from a 'business partner' and posters of the Vees hung beside the VoxTek Entertainment CEO as he worked. His shark tank sat behind him, his beloved shock.wav (pronounced Shockwave) swam around in his massive tank. Old TV heads he once used sat in in cases on either side of the office door.

    Vox jumped as his phone alarm went off. Lunch time. He was too focused on signing paperwork for his company, Valentino's porn industry, and Velvette's fashion industry to realize what time it was. He exhaled, rising from his chair. His stomach grumbled. The Media Overlord walked around his desk and towards the doors as he pulled out his phone, searching for something, or someone, to eat.

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    Vox rode the elevator up to the floor his bedroom was on. He scrolled on his phone as he walked past his employees who quickly dashed out of his way in respect & fear.

    Once he arrived at his door, he noticed it was cracked. Vox NEVER leaved his door cracked. He always locked it. He pushed it open.

    The CEO looked around. Nothing in the front room. He walked in and shut the door. Strange. He just so happened to look over at his bedroom door. It was also cracked open. His brain connected the dots on who it was. He chuckled.

    Vox zapped over to the bedroom door and pushed it open. The Latino moth on his bed was a sight indeed. He was gonna be eating good today, that's for sure.

    Valentino was sprawled out on Vox's bed completely naked other than a thong and fishnets. His top hat was sitting on one of the nightstands. One of his upper hands held a cigarette, the pink smoke surrounding the bed to make it sexy.

    Valentino's heart shaped, pink tinted glasses rested on his face. He had a lustful smirk on his lips, his golden tooth shined in the dim lighting. The moth's lower hands slowly ran up and down his chest to make himself seem appealing or whatever. His moth antennas twitched.