He smiled at himself in the mirror and kissed himself, then turned and began to walk out, though he quickly changed into some thigh high boots instead of thigh highs.

He took a deep breath, grabbed his bag, and began walking toward the lobby entrance. He hopes Alastor is sleeping and not looking for him, not because he is breaking his contract... But because Alastor would object to him dressing in a more 'trashy' manner... At least, that's what he thought.

He walked out of the hotel and down the street, stopping at the corner to wait for Cherri's car.

Cherries quickly turned the car around so Angel could sit in the passenger seat. Angel burst out laughing and jumped into the loud car.

"Nice to see you again, sugar tits."

Cherri sped away, hitting into his arm as she drove.

"It's good to see you're back to normal, what the fuck happened with you and dying?"

Angel laughed and told her everything in a vague manner.

Cherri laughed, already knowing, and pulled over in front of a club they frequent.

Angel and Cherri both got out of the car and began club hopping, becoming increasingly cruncked up. As they shopped, they purchased more and more clothes, makeup, and other items.
- - -

Cherri and Angel hid their belongings inside Cherri's car.

They soon returned to another club, and Angel began to yell.

"Don't worry, the party has finally arrived!!"

The crowd applauded, and Angel was brought in to take coked-up shots with them.

It was enjoyable to flirt, get high, and drink the night away... However, around 3 a.m., some new guys arrived and noticed Angel chilling in a corner. Angel was eating a sandwich while checking his phone.

The men approached Angel. One on his right, one on his left, one ahead of him, and two on either side of the guy in front of Angel dust. Angel looked up from his phone and chuckled as seven men surrounded him.

"How are you, baby~?"

One of the guys began cooing.

"Are you the Angel slut~?"

"And performance, you know, from your porn-?"

'Wow, some fucking fans.'

Angel hummed and leaned against the wall, stretching and yawning.

"Where have you been?" "You haven't worked anywhere!"

Angel's eyes scanned the area, looking for a way out...'Shit '

Angel quickly began to smile and laugh.

"I'm now my own producer; if you want to see a show, you'll have to pay for it on my onlyflames."

One of the guys brushed up against Angel's arm. Which Angel smacked the guy on the back of the hand?

"Are you no longer working for Valentino?"

"Nope," Angel said, shaking his head, "and I'm glad I got out of it."
Angel nodded even more.
"I'd love to be your next daddy~"

Angel chuckled, and the same man growled, his ego getting bruised by the chuckle.

"What, you already have one?"

Angel laughed louder and shook his head as he walked past them, away from them, to give himself some breathing room.

"I wouldn't call him a daddy, but he hates sharing."

The guys quickly followed, attempting to persuade Angel to reveal more information.

"Come on, baby cakes, if no one is fucking you, let us fuck you. I know you could handle all of us."

Angel chuckled and shook his head.

"No way, guys. I really, really don't want to-"

❗WHACK❗

Angel felt excruciating pain for a split second before everything went black.