[The episode opens with Angel Dust waking up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. She tries to budge free but fails. Her captor paces around her.]
Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust.
[Angel glowers but eventually regains her confident smile.]
Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?
[Captor holds a knife against Angel's face.]
Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault.
Angel Dust: [laughs unbothered.] It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.
[The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.]
Captor: Fine! I guess I'll just have to fuck the information out of ya.
Angel Dust: [Stares defiantly.] Do your worst. [Then breaks into a seductive smile.] Daddy~
[The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV.]
Angel Dust (onscreen): Oh, yeah, baby~
[Cuts to Sir Pentious and Charlie watching creeped out, Vaggie annoyed, Y/n slightly has a red hue on his cheeks and Niffty rather interested.]
Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a Sex-x-xi award.
Charlie: It's, uh... Very... Honest?... Oh. [Charlie turns away, nauseous and Y/n tries to shield her eyes with his hands.]
Vaggie: Ew.
[Charlie peeks from Y/n fingers back at the TV screen before turning her head away and into Y/n chest to avoid watching with Charlie's hand covering her mouth this time.]
Angel Dust (onscreen]: Oh, harder, daddy~
Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.
[Vaggie goes over to Y/n and tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her own hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare.]
Vaggie: Angel, what the fuck?
Angel Dust: What? You said was show-and-tell day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.
[Husk is seen cleaning and wiping a wine glass.]
Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.
Angel Dust: [laughs pissed off] Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?
Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?
Angel Dust: [Gasps] Fuck you! This is classy art! [Gestures with two hands at the TV screen]
Angel Dust (onscreen): OH! FUUUCK!
[Co-star slaps Angel's butt and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching.]
Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point.
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FantasyY/n l/n was a normal man who had a job while going to school but that came to an end when he was used by a satanic cult as a sacrifice but instead of Satan Taking his soul it manifested into its own body he became a powerful overlord of hell and now...
