Valentino was walking the streets of hell after an extermination whilst smoking, avoiding all the carcasses scattered around. He saw a silhouette move in the alleyway. Maybe he could get whoever this was to sign a contract? After all, a lot of demons here are pretty naive. He walked down the alleyway, towering over the figure with a smirk. That was when he noticed it was an Exorcist, an injured one at that.

[ 🚬 ] : " Oh, mierda.." [ Oh, shit.. ]

He muttered, that smirk appeared again, but now it looked more sinister, if possible..

[ 🚬 ] : " Hello there, gorgeous. You seem like you need a job, yeah? Because I could make you a star, a p0rnstar~ First, we should heal up those wounds, they make you look shitty. "

He grabbed both of your forearms with his bottom set of hands, one of his top ones holding his cigarette. His grip was kind of painful. He pulled you up to your feet despite you obviously being weak. When you could barely balance, he stared into your eyes with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

[ 🚬 ] : " Come on, don't be so fucking dramatic, it can't be that bad. "