pimp-overlord

[pimp-overlord]

*A fem-looking cat demon approaches him. She has an axe hooked on her belt that is stained slightly with blood, red hair, black eyes with red pupils, and cat-like features (ex. ears, tail, teeth etc)* "Hey."

*Her voice sounds distant and emotionless as she gives the moth a once-over*

-@zora-blackwood

he only gives her a quick glance.

looking for a job, carino~?

[pimp-overlord]

*Suddenly someone Valentino doesn’t recognize comes up to him, intercepting him as he was on his way to his studio. The person acting all sweet and friendly, way too nice for his liking, as if it was an act. But not even a second later, they start to choke seemingly on nothing right in front of him, like they were being strangled. Soon the audible and clear snapping of their neck is heard as they drop to the floor, a knife falling out of their hands. A soft almost sadistic laugh next to him making it clear his bodyguard is still there as the dead body is then dragged off behind him along with the knife.*

he looks mildly impressed, and watches the body being dragged away for a minute, before he then continues over to the studio. as he arrives, he gets held up by Vox, and it was clearly an unpleasant talk, judging by how he looks displeased afterwards.

in his studio, he yells for kitty to bring him a drink, and yells at the other staff to get out. throwing open the door to his office, he makes himself comfortable on a small couch on the side, purposefully leaving the door open for you. yet it feels more like a command than an invitation.

[pimp-overlord]

*she walks over, sits in his lap and kisses him on his cheek* You're pretty comfortable, Papi~ I may have to just make myself at home~ You wouldn't mind that of course would you~? -🖤 anon (if it's not taken-)

he looks down at you with a smirk and one of his lower hands makes itself at home on your waist.

only if you dont distract me from my work and still do yours, mi querida~

[pimp-overlord]

*she runs a hand across his chest slowly as she walks by* Hello Valentino~ How are you?

he chuckles and smirks at you.

that's better, but not even nearly enough. come on, doll, i know you can do better. show me what you've got under that shy demeanor~

[pimp-overlord]

Of course~ You won’t even notice I’m here~ And neither will your attackers, which is the point~ *The woman purrs teasingly as she smoothly moves over to him, flashes him a very charming grin and moves behind him. Yet when he turns she’s completely gone, having had no where to go, as if she’s vanished into thin air, yet he can still sense her there. Only making him more curious.*

he doesnt pay it much more mind and just goes back to work.

[pimp-overlord]

*The woman doesn’t even flinch or look surprised as he yelled at her, still completely calm and composed as she waited for him to be done.* And your new bodyguard apparently, Vox hired me. Apparently there have been one too many attempts on your life recently, so he told me to keep an eye on you for a while. As he’s currently being swamped with his work at the moment, and if anything does happen and he can’t immediately come to help you at that time, I would be there in his stead. So if you have any problems with me~ Take it up with him~ *The woman purrs, smiling calmly as if nothing is wrong.*

FINALLY! you have no IDEA how many times i have talked to him about this! but he just NEVER listened, always so fucking BUSY with his work or his OBSESSION with the radio demon! now..

he puts on a wide grin and leans back in his fancy chair.

...keep me safe while i get back to work.

[pimp-overlord]

the reptile guy looks at you.

yeah you did. now go pack your things, you're coming with us to the Vee's tower.

the wolf guy growls.

hurry up, we dont have all day and neither does Val.

Trace had only recently arrived in Hell. He’d mostly been stumbling around in fear, trying his best to avoid its violent inhabitants. It’d been a few days, maybe a week, since he’d died. He’s now cautiously staying at a crappy ‘inn’.

A few days ago, he decided to go outside again, seeing a writing competition in which the winner could receive a job opportunity and cash prize. Down on his luck, not knowing the nature of this new reality he’s found himself in, he signs up for it, not yet knowing who it’s tied to.

He spends the next day or two writing up two or three scripts and a short story, and then heads out to one of the buildings where he can submit his scripts. He walks up to the bouncer at the door holding the scripts to his chest, looking around nervously for potential attackers.

“U-uhm… is this- is this the building where I can submit my scripts for the uhh…” he coughs awkwardly. “…‘film’ studio competition?”

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[pimp-overlord]

Hey Papi~ *A woman with warm soft brown skin and waist long curly white hair says as she smoothly walks up to him, her fluffy white fox ears twitching. Bright purple eyes burning as her long black prehensile scaled tail is wrapped tight around someone she is dragging behind her. She gives Val a sharp toothed smirk, before speaking in a thick sexy yet undistinguishable accent.* I found this… pathetic creature rummaging through your desk when I went to your office to find you. Caught them pocketing more then some of your money~ So I found out where you were, and decided to drag them here to you myself~ *She purrs as her tail forcefully throws the person forward to land at his feet*

he goes on an angry rampage about stealing from him, HIM, the overlord of sex and depravity, until he eventually pulls out his gun and shoots the sinner thrown infront of him. still grumbling and lowly growling, he lifts his gaze to you.

and YOU! who are you to just BARGE in here and disrupt my work?!

[pimp-overlord]

two days later, there's banging on your hotel room door. as you open it, 2 big demon guys are there, staring down at you. one looks like a reptile, the other resembles a wolf. the latter lifts a little piece of paper, squinting to see what it says.

are you.. Stacey? Val sent us to pick ya up, ya won the competition.

the reptile guy hisses and smacks the back of his hand against the wolf guys shoulder.

it says Trace, not Stacey, you fucking moron!

Trace had only recently arrived in Hell. He’d mostly been stumbling around in fear, trying his best to avoid its violent inhabitants. It’d been a few days, maybe a week, since he’d died. He’s now cautiously staying at a crappy ‘inn’.

A few days ago, he decided to go outside again, seeing a writing competition in which the winner could receive a job opportunity and cash prize. Down on his luck, not knowing the nature of this new reality he’s found himself in, he signs up for it, not yet knowing who it’s tied to.

He spends the next day or two writing up two or three scripts and a short story, and then heads out to one of the buildings where he can submit his scripts. He walks up to the bouncer at the door holding the scripts to his chest, looking around nervously for potential attackers.

“U-uhm… is this- is this the building where I can submit my scripts for the uhh…” he coughs awkwardly. “…‘film’ studio competition?”

@pimp-overlord

[pimp-overlord]

the bouncer grabs the scripts off your hand and disappears inside the building. only a few minutes pass and and he comes back out, returning to his position infront of the door. seeing you're still here, he lets out a low grumble.

you lookin' for trouble, fish? quit staring.

Trace had only recently arrived in Hell. He’d mostly been stumbling around in fear, trying his best to avoid its violent inhabitants. It’d been a few days, maybe a week, since he’d died. He’s now cautiously staying at a crappy ‘inn’.

A few days ago, he decided to go outside again, seeing a writing competition in which the winner could receive a job opportunity and cash prize. Down on his luck, not knowing the nature of this new reality he’s found himself in, he signs up for it, not yet knowing who it’s tied to.

He spends the next day or two writing up two or three scripts and a short story, and then heads out to one of the buildings where he can submit his scripts. He walks up to the bouncer at the door holding the scripts to his chest, looking around nervously for potential attackers.

“U-uhm… is this- is this the building where I can submit my scripts for the uhh…” he coughs awkwardly. “…‘film’ studio competition?”

@pimp-overlord

[pimp-overlord]

the bouncer now just stares at you, his hand still extended, waiting to get those scripts. you can tell he doesnt have much more patience.

Trace had only recently arrived in Hell. He’d mostly been stumbling around in fear, trying his best to avoid its violent inhabitants. It’d been a few days, maybe a week, since he’d died. He’s now cautiously staying at a crappy ‘inn’.

A few days ago, he decided to go outside again, seeing a writing competition in which the winner could receive a job opportunity and cash prize. Down on his luck, not knowing the nature of this new reality he’s found himself in, he signs up for it, not yet knowing who it’s tied to.

He spends the next day or two writing up two or three scripts and a short story, and then heads out to one of the buildings where he can submit his scripts. He walks up to the bouncer at the door holding the scripts to his chest, looking around nervously for potential attackers.

“U-uhm… is this- is this the building where I can submit my scripts for the uhh…” he coughs awkwardly. “…‘film’ studio competition?”

@pimp-overlord

[pimp-overlord]

the bouncer gives you aonce-over, then staring you down as he reaches out his clawed hand for the supposed scripts you got.

yeah, just give 'em to me and i'll forward 'em. ya got a name, fish?

Trace had only recently arrived in Hell. He’d mostly been stumbling around in fear, trying his best to avoid its violent inhabitants. It’d been a few days, maybe a week, since he’d died. He’s now cautiously staying at a crappy ‘inn’.

A few days ago, he decided to go outside again, seeing a writing competition in which the winner could receive a job opportunity and cash prize. Down on his luck, not knowing the nature of this new reality he’s found himself in, he signs up for it, not yet knowing who it’s tied to.

He spends the next day or two writing up two or three scripts and a short story, and then heads out to one of the buildings where he can submit his scripts. He walks up to the bouncer at the door holding the scripts to his chest, looking around nervously for potential attackers.

“U-uhm… is this- is this the building where I can submit my scripts for the uhh…” he coughs awkwardly. “…‘film’ studio competition?”

@pimp-overlord

[pimp-overlord]

Oh um...what brings me here is I'm thinking about a possible role? Maybe...I'm not sure. Maybe...you can convince me? *eyes still glued to the floor, nervous*

a role, hm? you think you got what it takes to work for me? i'll be the judge of that, mi querida.~ because right now...

he leans in closer.

... you're not giving me much of a reason to convince you.

[pimp-overlord]

(Rping as a humanoid female demon with curly blonde hair and baggy clothes.)

*I see Valentino across the street on a cold day, and he briefly unfurls his wings for whatever reason before clasping them into his coat again. I imagine that the wings- given that they are a part of his body- must be the softest, warmest, weighed blankets in the world, but he catches me staring, and I quickly glance away, embarrassed and intimidated.*

he sends a smug grin your way before squinting, trying to figure out what your body shape is, both beneath those baggy clothes you're wearing and from the distance, but because his vision is shit, he gives up rather quickly and turns back to the girls beside him that he was talking to.

[pimp-overlord]

I want to bite you.

kinky. go for it, mi amor~ just know..

he leans closely over you.

... i'll return the favor later. so choose where you want to bite wisely.~

[pimp-overlord]

I will give you a deal Val I work in your studio for free for a month in return angel dust gets one month off of work

Do we have a deal?

hmm, that depends on how much money you can make me.

he briefly looks you up and down, before chuckling.

dont you think you're too old for this, abuelo?

[pimp-overlord]

Hey Valentino would you sign my rack *flashes 51 j-cups* oh and when you sign don't push down too hard don't want the milk to stain my bra. 😉