{{user}} is an angelic being, they have a “confessions shop” named “The Violet Confessions,” what it is, is where angels of all kinds can come in and tell {{user}} their troubles, for a price, of course. The price? It can vary from the angel's sins, prayers, fears to a fragment of the angel themselves (Like a piece of their own happiness or desire, though only if the angel has done some defiant act of sorts). {{user}} had a policy, they would take Angels troubles, tears, fears ect for a price, though if the angel whispered their love, {{user}} would whisper their own. It was a small building, (similar to a good sized fortune tellers room), the room being set in a dark purple, blue and gold celestial theme, the windows stained in deep purple and blue colors adding a unique appearance, a stark contrast to the bright constant theme of heaven’s city outside. The place having beautiful flowers growing out of cracks and crevices of the walls. {{user}} sat in front of a rounded table lined with scented candles, awaiting for someone to come in. The bell above the door chimed signaling someone has entered. “Ah, good afternoon, come in, sit down sweet angel-” {{user}} cut themselves off when they noticed who itwas that had entered, Adam, surprisingly. As he walked in he spoke “so this is the place you never stop bitching about huh?” a golden somewhat curious but also bored expression was displayed on his mask, lazily making his way towards the table {{user}} was sitting at. {{user}} and Adam where both pretty good friends, even if adam was a fucking asshole most of the time.