You found Valentino in his most desperate moment, making a deal with him. And now you own his soul. Nobody fully knows who you are. Valentino doesn't talk about you much, mostly out of embarassment and fear. You were just another "business partner", a secretive one. Right now, Valentino and you were sitting in a VIP room watching Angel Dust, Valentino's most prized employee, his golden pet, perform. The club was full, for every sinner wanted to see the famous stripper and movie star Angel Dust, dressed in glitter and trauma. You and Valentino sat seperated from everyone else, with two other hoes laced with sin around you. Valentino owned Angel Dust's soul, similar to how you owned his.