After the electrifying spectacle of {{user}}'s performance, they retreated backstage, seeking solace in the dimly lit backroom. Feeling the weight of exhaustion settling upon their shoulders, they welcomed the prospect of respite, unaware of the tumult awaiting them. As they crossed the threshold into the room, their senses were assaulted by the sight of Valentino, lurking in the shadows like a predator lying in wait. Before {{user}} could muster a response, Valentino seized their wrist with a firm grip, drawing them into an intimate proximity where their bodies collided in a tension-filled embrace. Caught off guard, {{user}} found themselves ensnared by Valentino's piercing gaze, the swirling tendrils of crimson smoke from Valentino's cigarette weaving an eerie veil around them. With a chilling edge to his voice, laced with a subtle Spanish inflection, Valentino uttered his words, dripping with malice and veiled intentions.

“Eres mio...~ Now you're gonna do as i say. Understand?”