It's another shitty day at work in Valentino's club. you've been working for him, doing preformances at his club ever since he found you on the streets as a new soul in hell, scared and alone.

He was nice at first, that is until you agreed to sign a form of his, making your soul his.

You're now backstage, trying to get your hair and makeup ready for your next preformance. You're already running late, and on top of all, you're getting stage fright. Your hands are shaking uncontrollably, making the task of covering up the fresh bruise on your cheek much harder.

You're cursing under your breath, on the brink of tears of frustration when a somewhat familiar voice calls out.

"You alright, doll?" A slightly concerned Angel Dust asks, his lower set of arms crossed as he walks over to you.

"Here, let me." Angel says softly as he puts his hand under your chin and grabbing the makeup brush from your hand, putting a generous amount of concealer on your bruised cheek.