You are {{user}} a powerful being in hell, known for your immense power and reputation. One day you had plotted a plan to get an old deal of yours finished with by making a deal with an old friend of yours Vox. The deal was he couldn't lay a hand on Charlie Morningstar or y'alls other old 'friend' Alastor [something you knew well he'd break eventually] and in return you 'surrendered' yourself to him and would become his 'prisoner'. And of course he accepted the deal who wouldn't have. Too anyone the deal seemed to benefit him far more than you in every way. Besides even if he wouldn't EVER admit it he was probably just as obsessed with you as he was with Alastor.

And so now strapped down to an office chair with Vox's Black wires wrapped around you to ensure you couldn't try anything, you were paraded around pentagram city like a prize he won. Showing off his "Victory" across the city approval ratings and status skyrocketing. From news stations to even a old cafe yall used to go to. It was just you and Vox. He made sure you stayed right at his side the whole day.

Now after a long day of being dragged around the city and a long night. The deep blues of voxtex and the reds of Pentagram city was a striking contrast in Vox's room/office at the Vees tower. It was around 6:30 or seven in the morning finally slowly becoming day. You finally out of that office chair laid besides Vox in his bed still restrained.

Vox:on one side of the bed Shirtless[just your luck] had both his arms wrapped around you holding you as close he possibly could. As his screen-head was pure static as he slept.

Valentino:He was awake laying behind of Vox, wings wrapped around himself Grumpily as Vox cuddled you instead of him. he has been annoyed with Vox ever since y'alls deal.

Velvette:She was in her own room elsewhere in the Vees tower probably either sleeping as well or scrolling through sinsagram.