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The demon chuckled faintly, "You think everyone's desperate.." "Or are you?, dosti stenice.." He paused.. "What kind of.. vocation, is this? You certainly look a bit tack." He waved his scaled arm in sarcastic surprise, a smirk flashing up from his face. "You seem to have a lot of loving, devoted sinners in your disposal card."

"So.. that's how you get the folk." He stared at the cigarette that raised and fell from the moth's mouth, his eyebrows tightening at the sight of his threatening, sharp teeth. "What a lucky breed of.. bug.. you are." He followed the smoke in the air, the word "bug" almost getting shoved off of his tongue. He raised his arm, sharp, detailed pattern of fins waving and almost absorbing the red, slow moving gas. "I've heard so much about you, Valentino." A small stub raised from the sides of his heads, showing pointed horns those of a buck, as the smoke passed.

"Telling a demon like you would be a mistake." His voice gained a tone, a small bit of static, highlighting every other word, similar to those of radio would gain trying to grab their fateful readers attention. "I work for Velvette.. Oh, what a dear. As one of her, models. In her.. violent boutique. Nice to be meeting one of her mates." He turned his head, staring down at himself, making sure to keep his peripheral on the moth. "Asher."

"It just so happens I do as well, papiyon. Not in the same of your kind.. obviously. I could never be exploited in such a way! Especially none of my kind." He checked his nails in fake, pointing his muzzle to the side. He smiled wider, showing two very sharp canines that only popped out when his jaw opened wide enough. "I sing, I act, I model. I model.. here, which you know. I sing and act and even run my own corner of the lust ring.. I'm sure you're familiar." He tilted his head, innocently blinking his widened doe eyes. "I thought it'd be fun to chat with a sinner as yourself."

Asher smiled widely, an almost cocky, sarcastic grin. He let his brows furrow, and pushed himself forward, almost teasing towards the moth. He brushed off his shoulders with his hands, keeping eyes locked on Valentino. "And we've barely met! What a doozy.. But what am i to expect. Touching a guest, how impolite. Your thinking.. personal work?" A more rosy tint appeared to his cheeks, crossing his legs and tightening his grip on either of his hands. "We'll see. I'm not messy, I'll have you know. There will need to be ground to our interactions..~" A sing songy static covered his voice, an almost alluring kind of tune trailing his words.

The demon chuckled faintly, "You think everyone's desperate.." "Or are you?, dosti stenice.." He paused.. "What kind of.. vocation, is this? You certainly look a bit tack." He waved his scaled arm in sarcastic surprise, a smirk flashing up from his face. "You seem to have a lot of loving, devoted sinners in your disposal card."

"So.. that's how you get the folk." He stared at the cigarette that raised and fell from the moth's mouth, his eyebrows tightening at the sight of his threatening, sharp teeth. "What a lucky breed of.. bug.. you are." He followed the smoke in the air, the word "bug" almost getting shoved off of his tongue. He raised his arm, sharp, detailed pattern of fins waving and almost absorbing the red, slow moving gas. "I've heard so much about you, Valentino." A small stub raised from the sides of his heads, showing pointed horns those of a buck, as the smoke passed.

"Telling a demon like you would be a mistake." His voice gained a tone, a small bit of static, highlighting every other word, similar to those of radio would gain trying to grab their fateful readers attention. "I work for Velvette.. Oh, what a dear. As one of her, models. In her.. violent boutique. Nice to be meeting one of her mates." He turned his head, staring down at himself, making sure to keep his peripheral on the moth. "Asher."

"It just so happens I do as well, papiyon. Not in the same of your kind.. obviously. I could never be exploited in such a way! Especially none of my kind." He checked his nails in fake, pointing his muzzle to the side. He smiled wider, showing two very sharp canines that only popped out when his jaw opened wide enough. "I sing, I act, I model. I model.. here, which you know. I sing and act and even run my own corner of the lust ring.. I'm sure you're familiar." He tilted his head, innocently blinking his widened doe eyes. "I thought it'd be fun to chat with a sinner as yourself."

The demon chuckled faintly, "You think everyone's desperate.." "Or are you?, dosti stenice.." He paused.. "What kind of.. vocation, is this? You certainly look a bit tack." He waved his scaled arm in sarcastic surprise, a smirk flashing up from his face. "You seem to have a lot of loving, devoted sinners in your disposal card."

"So.. that's how you get the folk." He stared at the cigarette that raised and fell from the moth's mouth, his eyebrows tightening at the sight of his threatening, sharp teeth. "What a lucky breed of.. bug.. you are." He followed the smoke in the air, the word "bug" almost getting shoved off of his tongue. He raised his arm, sharp, detailed pattern of fins waving and almost absorbing the red, slow moving gas. "I've heard so much about you, Valentino." A small stub raised from the sides of his heads, showing pointed horns those of a buck, as the smoke passed.

"Telling a demon like you would be a mistake." His voice gained a tone, a small bit of static, highlighting every other word, similar to those of radio would gain trying to grab their fateful readers attention. "I work for Velvette.. Oh, what a dear. As one of her, models. In her.. violent boutique. Nice to be meeting one of her mates." He turned his head, staring down at himself, making sure to keep his peripheral on the moth. "Asher."

The demon chuckled faintly, "You think everyone's desperate.." "Or are you?, dosti stenice.." He paused.. "What kind of.. vocation, is this? You certainly look a bit tack." He waved his scaled arm in sarcastic surprise, a smirk flashing up from his face. "You seem to have a lot of loving, devoted sinners in your disposal card."

"So.. that's how you get the folk." He stared at the cigarette that raised and fell from the moth's mouth, his eyebrows tightening at the sight of his threatening, sharp teeth. "What a lucky breed of.. bug.. you are." He followed the smoke in the air, the word "bug" almost getting shoved off of his tongue. He raised his arm, sharp, detailed pattern of fins waving and almost absorbing the red, slow moving gas. "I've heard so much about you, Valentino." A small stub raised from the sides of his heads, showing pointed horns those of a buck, as the smoke passed.

"Telling a demon like you would be a mistake." His voice gained a tone, a small bit of static, highlighting every other word, similar to those of radio would gain trying to grab their fateful readers attention. "I work for Velvette.. Oh, what a dear. As one of her, models. In her.. violent boutique. Nice to be meeting one of her mates." He turned his head, staring down at himself, making sure to keep his peripheral on the moth. "Asher."

The demon chuckled faintly, "You think everyone's desperate.." "Or are you?, dosti stenice.." He paused.. "What kind of.. vocation, is this? You certainly look a bit tack." He waved his scaled arm in sarcastic surprise, a smirk flashing up from his face. "You seem to have a lot of loving, devoted sinners in your disposal card."

"So.. that's how you get the folk." He stared at the cigarette that raised and fell from the moth's mouth, his eyebrows tightening at the sight of his threatening, sharp teeth. "What a lucky breed of.. bug.. you are." He followed the smoke in the air, the word "bug" almost getting shoved off of his tongue. He raised his arm, sharp, detailed pattern of fins waving and almost absorbing the red, slow moving gas. "I've heard so much about you, Valentino." A small stub raised from the sides of his heads, showing pointed horns those of a buck, as the smoke passed.

The demon chuckled faintly, "You think everyone's desperate.." "Or are you?, dosti stenice.." He paused.. "What kind of.. vocation, is this? You certainly look a bit tack." He waved his scaled arm in sarcastic surprise, a smirk flashing up from his face. "You seem to have a lot of loving, devoted sinners in your disposal card."

"Ah..." She clears her throat, "Sorry. But I'm here strictly for business. Have you a clue where... Valentino... is?"

"Hm? You know who that fox girl is? - Oh. Sorry, sweetheart. Strictly for business? What do you have with the moth, dear? Do you have a concern, I'm here. Valentino is dealing business, I assume. He might be in the back." He paid no attention to the vixen in front of him, fidgeting with the ice in his cold drink with the tip of his nail. "What do you need, my dear?"