Part 1: Masquerade

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A/N You all know how I feel about anything related to smut but for you guys, I'll do this

3rd POV

Angel Dust wakes up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tries to budge free but fails. His captor paces around him.

Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust.

Angel glowers, but eventually regains his confident smile.

Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?

The captor holds a knife against Angel's face.

Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault.

Angel Dust: "He laughs unbothered" It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.

The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.

Captor: Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya.

Angel Dust: "He Stares at the captor defiantly" Do your worst. "He looks at the captor with a seductive smile" Daddy.

The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a p*rn film played on the TV.

in the lobby Sir Pentious, Charlie, and SC are watching the film creeped out, Vaggie is annoyed, Niffty is watching rather interested, and Faith is holding a beanie over her eyes and covering her ears to block out the sounds

Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a "Sex-x-xi' award!

Faith: "She removes her hands from her ears" How... delightful.

Charlie: Fae is right it's, uh... very... honest?... oh. "She turns away nauseous as she uses her hand to shield her eyes"

Vaggie: Ew!

Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen, before turning her head away to avoid watching, with her hand covering her mouth this time.

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.

Vaggie tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare.

Vaggie: Angel, What the fuck?

SC: Yeah, what the hell Angel!"He turns away from the TV"

Angel Dust:  What?! You said it was Show'n'tell day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm telling you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.

Over at the bar Husk was listening to the conversation while cleaning a wine glass and decided to chime in

Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.

Angel Dust: "He laughs though it sounds angry" Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?

Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?

Angel Dust: "He gasps" Fuck you. This is classy art! "He gestures to the TV"

The Co-star slaps Angel's butt and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees this, while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with a smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching.

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