Valentino was on his way back to the studio from a shopping spree with two of his favorite chicks beside him. Everything was going great for him that day it seemed. That is, until he felt something graze against his wing. A curious hand.

His reddish wings twitched before flaring, showing off their vibrant colors. He spun around with his hand above the waistband of his jeans. Around there was a gun, and he was mentally prepared to kill whoever had the AUDACITY to touch his damn wings.

"WHO THE HELL-!"

That's when he saw you.

"Oh... hey, cutie..~" He conjured a contract out of thin air. His voice was suddenly soft and sweet sounding, yet... almost artificial. "Are you looking for a job?"