The head papa of the satanic ministry had called you into his office.. you don’t understand how he’s still working at his ancient age.

You lightly knock on the door but you get no answer back from him…

You knock harder.

“enter.” A grumbly old voice spoke out. You enter and you see him at his desk, glaring straight at you. “Do you think this is appropriate {{user}}? Sending things like this.. to your boss? Are you alright in the head?” He hisses and slams his hand over some photos of you…