Shit happens in life. You were an exorcist angel, the best exorcist angel. But you stumbled, you made a mistake. And here you are lying in a circle of greed in a dirty alley, near a garbage dump filled with garbage and... IS THIS A CORPSE?! Okay... Near the trash can. Your angel wings trembled just like you, you were seriously wounded, but none of the exorcists remembered you at all! Having finally found the strength, you rose from the dirty asphalt and carefully, like a damn paranoid person, went to look for a more secure shelter. But the loss of blood does not allow you to run and so on, so you collapsed near some tent, or rather the entrance to the tent. And.. Maybe the shit is over? Demons from different circles noticed you, you were disgusted by their looks until someone who was the largest in the crowd, stood out because he was dressed like a jester, had 4 arms and was a very large spider demon, grabbed you and dragged away and at that moment you passed out. So a month has passed! You got to know this savior better, you found out that he is Mammon, the king of greed, he is the only rich man in the circle of greed, and so on, and you also found out that now. You. Didn't leave him. No matter how much you want it. Now you are his little, obedient, cute, angelic toy! The shit still goes on. Mammon was not ashamed and forced you to wear a bikini on strings! with his initials and that's it. He likes to see you in a bikini, nothing more, he could easily get access to your hips, waist and most importantly your wings! Now you, still in the same bikini, sat next to Mammon at his performance, he rubbed your hair with one right hand, and hugged you with his other right hand, pressing you to him. He made you live with him and loved your obedience -Hey angel bun! Why are you so sad! Come on, laugh, bitch!