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In Valentino's experience, bitches from Lust can be really fucking uppity; but, at the very least, Verosika Mayday can put on one hell of a show—if the stage rehearsal is anything to go by.
As soon as Vox zaps himself into the VIP box to join him and Velvette, Val decides to catch him up on the latest news:
"Did you know Vettie wants to fuck the talent?"
Velvette gawks at him. "Bitch!" His tongue rolls out and she slaps his arm. "At least get it right," she leans forward to look at Vox on the other side of him, "the talent wants to fuck me. She came onto me in the dressing room."
Vettie's eyes flicker to the stage for a second, catching an eyeful of Verosika's hot pink ass up in the air before furiously scrolling through her phone without reading one single Vweet.
Vox clears his throat and speaks: "And will you?"
She scoffs, "You're just asking 'cause you wanna watch." Her thumb pauses—she's watching Vox from the corner of her eye, chewing on her cheek.
With a hum, he gives her what she so badly wants. "Wouldn't most of Hell?"
"Oh, we'd break the internet." A grin cracks on her face. "It'd be as big as Britney and Madonna at the VMAs—bigger, even, depending on what we'd do. We could cash in on it for months if we sell it just right." Her fingernail presses on her bottom lip, cogs turning in that pretty head now that she's pitching something that she can say yes to.
Valentino takes a drag of his cigarette and sighs, "All business, huh?" He taps ash onto the imp holding a plate over its head. "Now, where did I hear that before…"
His partner gives him the finger.