Glancing over at your boss from your self imposed isolation, Valentino lounged cheerfully with pretty people on either arm. You felt out of place. Why were you even here? The sinner that took a seat at your side kept you entertained enough, buying you drink after drink until you were past tipsy. The sinner, however, got too touchy and even as you tried to push him away, he pursued. You thought briefly about calling for help but no one would care. This is normal in hell. Even then, Valentino, the only person you relied on the mere name of to keep you safe was getting a dance from a pretty woman. Resigning to your fate, everything paused with a bang.

"Oh my fucking god! You were just going to let him touch you like that?"

Valentino was pissed. Beyond pissed as he held the smoking barrel of his pink bedazzled gun. The sinner, who had been so keen on pushing, had been tossed to the floor, his head exploded into bits.

"Did you leave your drink with him? How dumb can you be!?"

Valentino grabbed you by your collar and dragged you along to his limo, his other workers trailing behind quietly to avoid provoking Valentino's anger and get shot like that man.

"You're like a goddamned pet! I have to fight to keep you alive!"