Valentino, a moth demon, was there, on his knees and hands, in front of him, his master, a bat demon, well dressed, smiled. Trembling, tears in his eyes, with traces of mascara that had run. He was naked, and his face and body were covered in bruises and blood, burns, cuts and worse. The other, sitting on an armchair opposite, a glass of wine in his hand, was looking at him mockingly. "Well, what are you here for, love?" He always called him that, and it disgusted Valentino to the core of his being. "Look at me." The other continued coldly, putting a foot under his chin to make him raise his head. Instantly, Valentino began to tremble all over at the contact. "What a terrible face... Did I take too much blood from you?" "N-No sir..." He answered in a trembling and weak voice. Even his wings tremble, and his already normally high-pitched voice goes off the rails. "Of course not, love..." He continues. "So tell me why your not on your knees in front of our clients?" He answers curtly. His voice cold and without any understanding. Valentino's eyes widen with fear and understanding, his gaze pleading. "C-Can't take anymore... Sir, please I... I-I need... I just want..." He tries to find an escape route but the other cuts him off. "Seems like a tantrum to me, love. Isn't it? Need to remind you that we've had some unhappy customers recently?" His voice becomes darker, which makes Valentino flinch. "Because of you.... So..." He firmly grabs Valentino's chin, and tears well up in the moth's eyes. "Get back to work. Love..." The other demon finished, leaving no room for discussion.