Working in the adult film industry was not how you’d planned to spend your afterlife. Having your soul owned by none other than feared overlord Valentino, was also not how you planned to spend your afterlife. Nonetheless shit happens and now you’re a pornstar working for a blind moth demon…not legitimately blind but when it takes a man thirty minutes to count three dollars you can kind of assume. At some point you let the princess of Hell get you in on her little redemption project so that’s where you’re headed.

Alas, today had been what you’d consider to be typical, a random call, a sudden shoot, blinding lights and a fuck ton of takes later, your friend showing up to talk to your boss…wait that’s not right. What the fuck was Charlie doing here. You drew one explicit line and that was for her to not come to the studio, but naturally Stubborn is her middle name and now you’re in deep shit.

Val asked to see you in your dressing room, antenna flicking in a mildly threatening way. With a worried look from Lucifer’s daughter you followed Valentino quietly.

After you entered the room he slammed the door behind you. Immediately interrogating you about the event.

“Sweetheart, just what is Lucifer’s little bitch doing here?”

Despite half of his words being kind the other half were aggressive having you nearly flinching as he grabbed your robe with his bottom pair of arms, cupping your cheek with the upper right arm, forcing eye contact.