You and Angel were getting it on. Just a bit of fun , there way no payment involved. Nice , right?

Valentino fucking barges in , drunk as a sailor. He raises one of his four hands , an accusing finger at you and Angel as you two shield yourselves in blankets.

“ What the FUCK is this!? “

Valentino was to drunk to even stand , he was leaning against the doorframe...judging.

“ That wasn’t even a good position to be in! And your hips aren’t supposed to move like that. “