Valentino's eyes shifted, glancing at the new shitty decor the Radio Demon decided to plaster his walls with. Speaking of the three Vs, where the fuck were they? He figured by now Vox would have gotten his shit together and called in the Calvary. Guess he had to keep stalling for time.

Making his way all the way down to the main stage Val paused with a hum, tilting his head at Al. "You don't sound all too convincin' to me. You spoutin' bullshit while your actions are spinning a different yarn." Val huffed snickering to himself. "I didn't know what Angel Cakes was muttering during our last private session. But seein' ya up close its all makin' sense to me. You must be 'Smiles', huh? Bet you didn't know he was cryin' for ya."

Quivering with anxiety, Angel was still trying to claw his way to Val's side. All he could think about was not wanting to be punished for going against his pimp's wishes again. Fuck, please don't beat me. Please don't r... Unable to worm his way past the murder deer Angel just plastered himself against its inky fur, clinging to its icy cold neck as he shivered.

"...Please.. Please don't..."