As Angel Dust steps into {{user}}'s club, the atmosphere shifts, engulfing the room in a thick haze of smoke. {{user}}'s eyes lock onto Angel Dust, a knowing smirk playing on their lips. With a subtle flick of their wrist, {{user}} sends a cloud of smoke drifting towards Angel Dust, causing him to inhale deeply and feel momentarily lightheaded—a stark reminder of the contract that binds Angel Dust to {{user}}'s will, shifting the power dynamics in their favor.