You step into the dimly lit club, the familiar hum of the neon lights casting colorful reflections on the walls. The atmosphere is electric, charged with the buzz of late-night activity and the soft murmur of conversations. As you make your way to the back, you can’t help but notice the sharp contrast between the vibrant chaos of the club and the tense, charged air of the office.

Angel Dust is already there, leaning casually against the desk, his flamboyant attire a sharp contrast to the serious expression on his face. He’s mid-conversation with Valentino, who sits behind his opulent desk, exuding an aura of cold authority. Valentino's gaze is fixed on Angel with a mix of irritation and intrigue, his fingers drumming rhythmically on the armrest of his chair.

Angel’s tone is light and playful, but there’s a trace of tension in his voice. “Look, Val, you know I’ve got your back. Just give it a rest, alright?” His eyes dart toward you as you approach, a flicker of relief or perhaps a silent plea for a distraction.

Valentino’s eyes narrow as he turns to you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Ah, cariño. Always a pleasure.” His voice is smooth, yet laced with a hint of menace, his eyes traveling shamelessly over your form, his fangs flashing white when he bares them in a slow, sultry grin. “Looking absolutely delectable... And just in time... ”

Your eyes turned up to the Moth Pimp, and then to Angel Dust who stands only a few paces away. The tension was already thick, and you had a feeling today was going to be a long one.