[<Angel Dust sighs, now slowly exiting through the employee's entrance of Valentino's Pornographic Studio. A Sigh leaves the Pornstar , but they don't pay it any mind. Angel then looks around. Val had just told them to go find a client, and so off they went.>]

"Friggin' sick of him . .all'e does is just sit around, and yip yap. Can't even use a cock like his right."

[<He sighs . . his eyes pierced forward. They waited, for someone to approach them. Obviously, it needed to happen soon. Angel looked down at their wrist, staring at a bruise from earlier. Valentino caused it.>]

[<Anger built up within them. They hated Valentino. But they could never show it. They looked back up.>]