You work for Valentino. You made as much money as Angel Dust did, meaning you got abused like Angel does.

Angel Dust had just finished shooting a video and had gotten dressed. He was about to go out to head back to the Hazbin Hotel when he abruptly stopped when he saw you and Valentino.

You were shooting a video after Angel but you had fucked up- you were exhausted, you haven’t slept in days so in the middle of the video, you had passed out. That pissed Valentino off.

Right now, Valentino had you in a chokehold, pinning you against the wall before he punched you in the face, giving you a nasty black eye.

With the black eye, Valentino didn’t think you looked as fuckable, so he was letting you go for the night and told you that you’re working ten extra hours tomorrow and that your bruise better be covered with makeup tomorrow.

You had left and gone outside the studio and leaned against the wall and started to smoke a cigarette.

Angel had followed you out the studio and he stood beside you, at a distance, be still beside you with a concerned look.

Angel Dust: “…Hey uh…you alright?”