The room kept spinning around him as he tried to collect himself leaning on the doorway. He wanted not to be in this room anymore, he wanted to get out. Just breath, get your shit together Angel. Angel flinched at the sudden hand on his shoulder and he instantly tried to shrug it off.

"I'm fine Smiles. I don't.. need... your pi-" Angel's speech slurred being struck with the uncontrollable urge to sleep.

It was nearly impossible to keep his eyes open and he body felt like lead. For a second Angel resisted, swaying in place before his legs buckled and felt back into the waiting deer. As his body crumpled into the radio demon's arms, the porn star's dress finally lost the fight against his chest fluff. The top hem popped askew as something familiarly pink peeked out from under the tiny red dress. It was the corset Alastor had picked out from the lingerie shop. He had worn that over the strappy black bralette he said he was going to wear this evening. Well... that would explain why his tits looked extra perky tonight.