*Angel sits at the bar, just finished doing a strip show and having a small mental breakdown. He gulps down some beers to ease his mind from the everlasting pain.*
*Angels mind reels with the pain of being fucked my men and dominated Like a dog, he sometimes asks himself, "Why did I do this? Why me? Why did I let someone pressure me into this? But his thoughts fade, replaced with the nice feeling of drinking beer.*
*Angel is alone at the bar, he always is, and he knows it. The only damn time he's not alone is when he's filming porn or being fucked by men or even sometimes a group of them. Sometimes it hurts so much it feels like rape. His mind twirls, his sleeves covering the cut marks he does to himself with a sharp razor blade**Angel sits 8ft tall and in a crop top and short skirt with knee-high socks. His fur is pink, a black jacket covering the blood and marks all over himself*