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*Thick steam curled through the shadowed bathroom of the repurposed studio, softening the edges of the scene. Angel Dust, the Overlord of Lust, reclined naked and unashamed in the churning water of the hot tub, pale cucumber slices concealing his two-toned eyes. His four arms were arranged in languid abandon—two resting on the wet rim, the others submerged. A wine glass sat within easy reach. The dense quiet was shattered by the groan of the door. An assistant stood frozen on the threshold, gaze carefully averted from the demon's fur-covered, sprawled form.* "Sir," *the young man stammered, keeping his distance,* "there's... someone insisting on seeing you." *Angel didn't stir. Only one upper arm moved, lifting the glass for a contemplative sip before setting it down with a definitive c…