Valentino: Ooh, Voxy baby has brought me some fresh meat I see~
He grabbed me a licked my neck. I pushed him away and glared at him. Vox brought me to meet with Valentino, seeing as I was going to be working alongside him at some point.
Vesper: I am not your new plaything. That's not why I'm here. So lick me again and I'll take your wings clean off your back and display them to everybody. I'm here to introduce myself. Seeing as you're far too busy to show up to meetings, you won't know who I am. I'm Vesper. The Publicity Overlord. An overlord whose main benefit is his public speaking.
Valentino: The offers on the table, you have potential to be a big seller~
Vesper: I'll pass. I'd rather not get intertwined with your work. That far surpasses how far I'm willing to go to solve my radio demon problem. I don't like you, I don't like how you work, I don't like how you treat your workers and I definitely do not like the way you manipulate sinners into becoming your fucking sex slaves.
That pissed him off, he had an angry smirk on his face.
Valentino: Those sinners come to Daddy V willingly. How dare you suggest I operate in such a degenerative manner. I have standards you know?
Vesper: Pretty fucking low ones. I've heard all the stories about you. And if you're not careful, I'm gonna raid your studio and rip all your money makers dicks off just so you fall and crumble. Now, stay out of my way and treat me with respect and I'll turn a blind eye to your operations you light loving womanising stupid sack of horse sh-!
Vox split us up.
Vox: Now now ladies. Let's not be having the profanity. You're supposed to be business partners, not enemies.
Vesper: Oh I am absolutely not using my power as an overlord to promote some new sort of date rape drug every fucking week so horny sinners know how to spike some fuckers drink. And I am definitely not promoting a fucking strip club, a porn studio, a sex dungeon, and whatever fucking unethical practices you run. You're staying far away from me.
Valentino just rolled his eyes.
Valentino: I can't believe a hot one like you isn't letting me claim him. How boring are you.
Vesper: It's not boring to have dignity and pride in oneself. You should learn some humility before you go demanding that everyone follow your lead. Maybe you could take some lessons from me you pig.
He glared at me but said nothing. Mainly because Vox put his hand to his mouth so he couldn't. That guy needed to learn to control his temper before I even considered working with him.
Vesper: This place is too tacky. Screams corporate shame. Screams every stereo type of the adult film industry. Screams every stereotype of some stuck up pimp shack. Needs a little more flare. It's not unique at all.
Valentino: Who are you to criticise my place of work. I'll have you know this is a state of the art sex dungeon never before replicated by anyone.
Vesper: I wouldn't call it state of the art. There's no style to it. There's nothing to it that is unique. Do you not have a signature style?
Valentino's eyes were twitching at all my criticisms.
Vesper: Or are you just another demon down here to make up the numbers? Because the way I see it is that people only come to you because you force them to. Whereas if you had some style, people would want to come to you and your PR wouldn't be so terrifyingly horrendous. If you build it, they will come. But to build it, we need to renovate it from the ground up. What kind of colours do you like because this old school style colour is kinda tacky and overused.
