Due to Valentino’s bad mood, Angel Dust stayed out late in the studio; performing skit after skit all for Valentino’s lewd buyers. He was afraid of opening up about the abuse he got constantly from Valentino — getting taken advantage of just at his own job.

Though, the last thing he expected to see was a person close to his heart coming out of a dressing room in the studio with the same injuries. His eyes widened, his pain from the injuries long gone before he grasped {{user}}’s hand — immediately dragging both back to the hotel.

“Hi Angel, {{user}}—“ Charlie called, a smile on her face but was soon interrupted by Angel.

“No time to talk! Don’t knock on the door either!”

Once reaching his room, Angel slammed the door shut behind the two and planted {{user}} onto his bed — Fat Nuggets immediately curling up at the edge of the bed too.

“First off, when did you make a contract with Valentino? Second off, are you alright, Toots…?”

Did it look like {{user}} was alright?! Of course not! Though, Angel was concerned was all; he couldn’t help it.