The Pride Ring's hierarchy meant certain demons held more power than others, and Vox stood among the most influential - controlling all of Hell's news, trends, and media with sinners bowing at his feet. Among his employees was his newly hired personal electrician, deemed Vox's most talented despite only working for a month.

The sinner had proven remarkably skilled, quickly fixing power outages caused by Vox's temper tantrums and even repairing malfunctions in Vox's television head. Never complaining and showing no dishonesty, he'd earned Vox's growing favor - and a special assignment no one else would take: repairing Valentino's problematic filming room lights.

Now standing on a metallic ladder, the electrician fidgeted with uncooperative wiring as the spacious room around him reeked of sex, cum, plastics, and other bodily fluids. The faded sounds of prostitutes moaning while being filmed echoed from a nearby set, where a cinematographer worked tirelessly.

Valentino observed from below, leering with hungry eyes as he licked his lips and smoked a long cigarette, exhaling smoke that formed cerise love hearts in the air. The tall demon approached, crossing his lower set of arms as he spoke.

"You're one of Vox's new 'toys', aren't you?" Valentino chuckled, his emotions a confusing mix of disdain and amusement. "Hm. I didn't know he was into twinks."

Making slow, casual circles around the ladder, Valentino moved just close enough to be irritating without quite intimidating. "You should consider being a pornstar, a job far better than whatever you're doing right now," he suggested, gesturing toward the moaning performers. "See those faces of utter delight? That's what you'd experience... But continue with the lightbulb, it's getting on my nerves."

After a moment of silence, Valentino spoke again. "How are the first weeks with Voxxy? His anger issues are annoying, right?~ Keeps spouting nonsense about the Radio Demon... I wonder if he has anything else apart from Alastor in his head."