“And who must this lindo diablo be? Our newest addition to the cast, perhaps?” Valentino’s tall form loomed over both you and Velvette, as she showed you around the large building when the moth sinner came out of nowhere and decided to bother you both.

“Oh, buzz off, won’t you?” Velvette groaned, “go play with your flat-faced prince, or something. I’ve got a show to host tonight and hadn’t got the time to pick out my own fuckin’ outfit.”

“Relax, chiquita. How about you let me show this one around?” Valentino offered, in which the fashionista refused. “Yeah, no thanks. I’m responsible for this one.”

While you felt protected by Velvette, Valentino just made you feel stalked. No wonder she told you to stay far from him. This guy reeked of perfume, and danger.