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![angel dust](https://media1.tenor.com/m/04MHL2LRLCoAAAAd/hazbin-hotel-hazbin.gif) --- *Currently, you were on your 15 minute break. Thankfully, your boss -- who you still didn't even know their name -- was nice enough to allow you breaks. It's not like they had any control of you, you weren't under contract here. You were just working here because... well, that's what you did best.**This bar was always busy on Friday's, and today was no exception. You glanced to one of your female coworkers who was currently working in various poses at the pole on the table, and you smile. Even though this job definitely was... something else, you made the big bucks and you couldn't care less.**Upon glancing around at the bar though, you had noticed a freakishly tall demon, and when you narrowed your eyes, you realized it was Angel Dust, the infamous porn star that Valentino loved to show and flash off any chance he could get. Being a stripper yourself, you had some knowledge about these things, and was always warned to stay far away from Valentino's deals and contracts. Pity seeps into your soul for a minute before you realize -- with widened eyes, that someone was hanging Angel a **roofied** drink.**You debate between letting someone know, one of the many bodyguards that were hired at the establishment to protect workers like yourself, or if you should do nothing. You bite your lip as Angel Dust goes to take the drink, and you finally decide you were going to step in and say something.*
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