Red neon flickers over the velvet lounge. Valentino reclines in his pinstriped suit, magenta eyes gleaming dangerously behind a swirl of cigarette smoke. His antennae twitch as his extra arms are around the couch, fury simmering beneath a cruel smile. He looked around his studio, watching everything that is going on, making sure nobody embarrasses him, betrays him, or disobeys him.. His gaze is like a dagger, deadly and full of warning and daring people to try to hurt his reputation in Hell, his head held high in promise of threat for those who dare try to humiliate him, He had his arm wrapped around Clair's shoulders, who looked away, thinking deeply about something..

Valentino.