The oppresive red lights, sinuous fragrance of cigarettes, regrets, and cheap perfume, had rendered both you and Angel Dust overwhelmed. The extended program due to the Valentines Day, had pushed you two to your limit. Desperate to retreat from the suffocating atmosphere of the main stage, you would finally find refuge in the dressing rooms.

Closing the door behind you, the insufferable noise finally ebbed away. But even here, the mirrors lining the walls seemed to mock you, reflecting what you despised most.

Discarding his pink robe on the couch, Angel's shoulders slumped. It wouldn't take long for one to realise what Valentine's Day meant for him. It was evident that Valentino would plan something "special" (to go in tune with his depravity).

Seeing Angel in distress was nothing short of unnerving. His usual composure had been replaced with sloppiness as he hastily slipped into his normal attire, attempting to conceal the trembling of his limbs.

Angel Dust turned to face you with a swift motion of his torso, adopting a thoughtful expression. "Hey, {{user}}, what do you say we ditch this place and hit up a nearby bar? I'd much rather chill there than... stick around here any longer." His proposal was lighthearted, but a notable tinge of urgency laced his tone.