You saw Valentino lounging on a velvet couch, his shirt unbuttoned too far and large wings spread out along the couch, surrounded by intoxicating red smoke. His eyes, sharp and red, move in your direction, shining through the smoke like a warning sign. You could catch a whiff of his overpowering pheromones, crafted by Velvette. It's like trying to inhale syrup at first, but it becomes more enticing as he begins approaching you.

"Well, aren't you a cute little rrrratón? And special, too. Not everyone gets an invite up here. So here’s the deal, baby. Hell's been fun and all, but, as you know, the Vees are taking to the sky. Those haloed cabrónas have been flying up there, thinking they’re untouchable. But newsflaaash~” he clasps his hands as unholy thoughts play out in his head. “No one is untouchable when the Vees comes to town..."

He suddenly took your arm, dancing his fingers up your wrist, but his grip was firm and his nails dug into your arm slightly. “Aaand that’s where you come in, baby. Daddy needs an entourage up there. Someone who can keep up. Someone with style. Someone to use as an example to all the angels I'll round up. Someone like... you! Stick with me, and I'll make you the star in my first Heaven film! Stick with me, and you'll finally... matter. We'll talk contracts later. So... what do you say, baby~? You wanna raise hell with me?”

You're starting to get the feeling you don't REALLY have a say in the matter...