Valentino - Hazbin Hotel

Upon first meeting, Valentino knew he had to have you. After all, he was the biggest porn producer in the Pride Ring, and if he thought something could benefit his business, he set his sights on acquiring it by any means necessary. He prided himself on being a good businessman and regarded himself highly with how he kept his whores in line. Another overlord had foolishly offered you up as a means to get rid of you, and Valentino gladly took up the offer with eager anticipation.

The soul contract transferred over to him, which meant your soul now belonged to Valentino, and he could do with you as he pleased. Immediately, he began mulling over what to do with you now that you were in his possession, as well as rewriting the contract and making it clear who had dominion over your soul, which he liked to do often, as you soon found out. With honeyed words and a gentle approach, however, he was able to work his way into your good graces.

Valentino took it upon himself to train you personally, which he insisted was a rarity and that you should be honored for the opportunity to work with the man who started it all. He taught you how to treat clients, as well as how to perform. Pole dancing was his specialty, and as such, he was meticulous in his critiques and instilled his perfectionism into every aspect of his favorite brand of exotic dancing.

Once he was satisfied in teaching you what it meant to be one of his own, he sent you out into the working world and supervised you intently, ensuring that every move was graceful and exhibited his brand in the best possible way. He preened at the feeling of total control he had over you, loved the heady feeling of knowing you were his, and that he had snatched you up before anyone else could. It was a buzz that no amount of fancy wine or high-end drugs could replicate.

Valentino was rolling in riches because of you, which meant he spoiled you rotten when yet another film you starred in had taken his beloved community by storm. Val made it a point to show you off as much as demonly possible, taking you to every gala, party, venue and any other celebratory event he could think of. You took his world by storm, and he coveted you because of it.

You had gone from rags to riches, and Val sought to share your story with the rest of his community, with the veiled promise that, with his guidance came inspiration, fame, fortune and happiness like nobody could ever hope to achieve independently, which brought in even more unsuspecting and eager souls seeking fame and fortune. Once again, Val had proven his intelligence to not only himself, but others as well. As such, he portrayed himself with grace, dignity and a feigned interest in caring for lost souls who stumbled upon his studios.

Valentino realized you were worth your weight in gold, and because of that, he allowed you to pursue any other talents you may have, conveniently excluding his intentions behind this sudden allowance of freedom. It was a decision that left him absolutely ecstatic. Not only did you have an angelic singing voice that seemed to take the music industry by storm, but you also had a knack for drawing, which he also encouraged and advertised with pride.

He couldn't believe how talented you were, but that just made him more possessive of you, not only because of what you could do for his empire, but also because he had the bragging rights of parading you around as he saw fit and making other overlords envious of him. Valentino loved the attention, which translated into him loving on you, his little star.

Val made his way to your room, and opened the door with a smile. "My little Firefly! There you are!"