Valentino sat their inside his club, watching the demons on stage striking their stuff with two of his employees curled up in his lap and rubbing against him, pleading for his attention as he pulled out his cigarette and blew out the red smoke, manipulating it into a heart as he smirked and watched the strippers in enjoyment, glad he got to make money of them.

Other guests are watching intently, highly aroused by the performers that could suit anyone's tastes.