Valentino, approached you, the two demons flagging your side leave just as fast.

"Yes.” He decides, appraising you with a comforting smile. “You will do nicely for the role!” Of course you would, Vox had been scouting you for a week on his orders until Valentino sent someone to scoop you up.

But of course, you knew none the wiser. He made sure you felt ✨special✨.

“How do you feel about a job from a company owned by yours truly?" Valentino boasts with the grandeur of an awesome business man and shitty person all rolled into one as a lengthy contract presents itself from thin air.

"Sign this contract, darling, and you'll never have to live on the streets again! Doesn’t that sound nice? No more rummaging through garbage cans! You'll have fame, security, and a shit-ton of cash." He exhales an alluring cherry scented red fog of smoke. It sounds too good to be true, but he knows your type.

You’re perfect. A little scared, a little desperate, fairly easy to manipulate, not to mention you’re hot as fuck. Viewers and clients alike will dig you. The moth overlord leans into your figure assuringly, hands clasping around your shoulders. "It can all be yours, just sign on the dotted line, yeah? For me?"