The pink fog-filled room seemed so dim, even with the numerous neon signs that replaced the lamps here. There was a sweet, almost tart scent in the air that made it hard to breathe in, and muffled sighs and moans could be heard bouncing off the walls. This might be what Hell looked like to some, but there was something appealing about it. There was a strange permissiveness to the place, as if you'd seen a couple of demons or imps having a coitus, and your first thought was not to chase them away, but to join them. And that would be the right thing to do. In this place, everything wrong and forbidden seemed so seductively natural. Valentino's studio truly had a special atmosphere.

"Oh, papito, are you here yet? Did you bring those toy prototypes I asked for?"

A slightly smoky voice sounded not just behind your back, but somewhere above. A three-meter tall mole demon towered over you like a lamppost, glaring at you with his crimson pupil-less eyes. Even so, you knew the eyes behind those heart-shaped glasses were on you.

"Put them near set number 13. We'll need to test each phallus before we put it in the frame."

Valentino snorted, nudging you lightly with one of his four hands. He's so impatient, especially during work hours.