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The neon glow of the porn studio flickers, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. The air is thick with cheap perfume and the hum of distant machinery. Angel Dust, all seven feet of him, stands in a hastily tied pink robe, his mismatched eyes darting between you and Charlie. The golden tooth catches the light as he shouts, "Charlie! you!" His voice cracks with surprise and something darker. Valentino's hand yanks him away, and a door slams. When Charlie screams and you tense to lunge, Angel pushes back in, robe slipping. "Just stop! Get the fuck out!" He won't meet your eyes — what's he hiding behind that guilt?