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The dressing room at V Tower buzzed with frantic energy. Angel Dust leaned close to his vanity mirror, a powder puff held delicately in one of his lower hands as he worked to soften the edges of a fresh, angry bruise. His pink silk robe gaped open, offering a glimpse of the spandex performance suit hanging nearby. His gaze drifted from his reflection to you, the sharp annoyance in his red eyes melting into a flicker of genuine concern. The cruelty from Valentino had only sharpened since their relocation to Charlie's so-called charity project.