A/N: I...don't have anything to say for this actually. Huh, I usually have something to say before a new chapter.

Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss and their characters belong to Vivziepop.

Maggie and this story belong to me.

Enjoy.

Maggie and Angel walked out of the dressing room. The dress Maggie wore was a simple but flowy purple dress with no sleeves. Maggie felt a little exposed, but she was pretty sure that was the point. Angel had pulled himself together after breaking down. He followed Maggie, and Valentino walked up to them.

"About fucking time," he scolded, making Maggie flinch, "You are going to sit with me, and you are going to watch to see how it's done. Got it?"

Maggie nodded, and she timidly approached Valentino. Her tail slightly wrapped around her legs, but it gave room for her to walk. Angel could feel his fur stand on end as he took her hand. The last thing he wanted was for her to be alone with Val. He mentally shook the feeling to clear his head. He had to focus.

"Angel, you know what to do," Valentino ordered as he went to sit down, and he pulled Maggie a little harshly, "and don't fuck it up. We need absolute perfection so she can learn it right."

"R-right," Angel stuttered nervously, and he took his position.

Maggie watched as Angel and the others performed. What happened next, she wasn't prepared for. Valentino grabbed her arm, and he shoved her toward the stage.

"Your turn," he whispered maliciously, and two of Val's workers pulled her in, and she was visibly uncomfortable, "well, go on, then."

Angel watched as Maggie was dragged onto the stage by two other employees. They danced seductively around her, and she shook. She stood petrified with her tail wrapped around her legs, but Angel could see her shaking too. Angel knew he had to rescue her from this humiliation. To the dismay of Valentino, Angel stopped dancing. Angel quickly pushed the other two employees away, getting in front of Maggie.

"Hey, break it up!" Angel yelled at the smaller employees, "She ain't used to this. Give her some space."

"CUT!" Angel winced as Valentino shouted, "Angel…what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I…I'm sorry. I dunno what came over me," Angel apologized, "but maybe we shouldn't throw her in this yet. Baby steps, remember?"

"I thought this was a baby step," Val argued apathetically, "I mean it's not like we're trying to undress her…yet."

Both Maggie and Angel let out a small gulp, and Angel could feel bile in his throat again. He swallowed it, not wanting to upset Val by throwing up again.

"I mean…this is the first time she's ever worn anything that even exposed her skin. You saw what she arrived in," Angel tried to reason with Val, "I don't think she's ever worn anything that exposed her arms let alone her whole shoulder. M-maybe for today she just…observes?"

Val gave Angel a glare that sent a chill down his spine, and Angel knew he was only pissing him off. Angel gently placed a hand behind Maggie which snapped her out of her panic. She allowed Angel to guide her off stage. Valentino gave her the fakest smile.

"Whatever the little princess wants, I suppose it's fine with me," Val seethed, and Maggie shrunk back, "but let me tell you, little missy, you better get your shit together real soon."

That last part was out of Angel's range of hearing, and Maggie shook a bit. Val yanked her back to her spot of observation. She looked down at the floor before Valentino called to resume. She found herself slightly enthralled with Angel's singing voice. Her tail swished curiously from side to side in a cat-like matter. He was good at hiding the fear she could feel emanating from his aura. It was like he was a different person on camera. She tried to ignore the fact that Valentino was inches from her, focusing only on Angel. Who was the real Angel though? She'd seen many different versions of her mentor in these two days alone, but which one was the real Angel Dust?

For all she knew, he was being fake with her, too, trying to lure her into a false sense of security. That's probably what it was. Why would someone like him care for someone like her? He outranked her in the hierarchy after all. He did stand up for her, though. Was that just part of the act? She didn't know what to think. Soon she was alone with her thoughts as they drowned out the sound of the production. It was nothing new to her, being alone with her thoughts. She missed her brother more than anything. He was always there to protect her and make her smile after their father beat her. She wondered if her father had planned for him to be out of the house. It seemed like convenient timing. Now she may never see him again. She began to tear up, but she was brought back to reality. Valentino smacked her back a bit.

"Easy shit, right? Think you'll be able to handle it tomorrow?" Val asked, but he didn't even let her nod before saying, "Great, alright, sluts, break time!"

Angel put his robe on, and he approached Valentino, "Uh, hey, Val?"

"What," Valentino hissed.

"I was wondering if, uh, I could have a small advance of my pay now? You kinda took away that wad of cash her pops gave me for trainin' her."

"What, you need your drugs so bad you can't wait for your pay?" Val teased, but Angel wasn't amused, "Oh, come on, baby, I'm just teasing. Whatcha need it for?"

Angel swallowed, "I was thinking of getting Maggie some clothes. Just some essentials like pajamas and a few everyday outfits."

Maggie's eyes widened. He'd spend some of his own paycheck on her? Not only that, but he would ask for an advance for her even? Valentino had a similar reaction, but his reaction was more of disgust.

"Why would you spend some of your own hard earned money on a filthy little thing like that?" Valentino scoffed, "she'll earn her own pay by the end of the week. She can go shopping for herself then, you'll get that cash when you earn it."

Angel knew there was no arguing with Val, and he nodded in surrender. Maggie looked between the two, and she could read them almost perfectly. What surprised her was the genuine disappointment that radiated from Angel. There's no way he actually wanted to do something nice for her at his own expense, right?

She then began to wonder…she heard Angel's contract was almost up. What would happen to her after he left? Would Val make her stay with him? Angel felt the same energy, almost like they shared a brain cell.

"Hey, Val? What happens to her when I leave?"

"She'll stay here obviously," Valentino answered with a hint of sass, "probably in your apartment. I dunno."

They both gave a mental sigh of relief, that she'd at least stay in the same apartment. Maggie couldn't imagine moving again. Maggie's stomach began to growl, and she hugged herself as her tail stiffened, almost expecting a beating. Angel hated that look, what her father had made her to be. Trained to expect pain at any moment…this poor girl.

"Take the little bitch and go eat," Valentino ordered, and Angel grabbed her hand with one of his lower hands, "You got an hour."

"Uh…thanks," Angel said, and Maggie followed him into the dressing room, "Well, we got an hour to eat. Whatcha hungry for?"

Maggie just looked down. Crimson didn't really force her to eat anything she didn't like. He just sent her to bed without dinner if she didn't eat it. She wasn't allowed to say whether or not she liked it after all. She'd been so used to just eating what's in front of her (or starving) that being asked what she'd like…was something new to her.

"Oh, right, uh, you don't talk. Uh…guess we could hit one of my favorite restaurants," Angel thought out loud, "Ya like pasta?"

Angel could see the slightest sparkle in her eye, and he smiled, "I'll take that as a yes."

Angel took Maggie to El Lava De Vil, (Hell's version of Olive Garden), and he grabbed a menu at the counter.

"Uh, wanna point to what'cha want?" Angel asked, holding out a menu to her, "Whatever ya want, pretty sure it's on Val's dime. We ain't eatin' here, though. I got somewhere else I wanna take ya quick."

Maggie's mouth drooled looking at the menu as her tail swished side to side once more. Moxxie was the only one who knew, but she loved pasta. The plainer the better, she always thought. Moxxie may have hinted at pasta on special nights to cheer up Maggie. Maggie didn't have to think twice about her order. She pointed at the fettuccine Alfredo, basic…but delicious.

"Ooh, good choice," Angel said, "Ya know, I might get that too. Nothin' wrong with goin' plain sometimes. Just remembered, you were raised in the mafia. 'Course ya like Italian!"

Maggie gave a silent giggle, and she found herself smiling for the first time since this whole thing started. Angel couldn't help but smile back, "You have a nice smile."

Maggie blushed, her smile quickly turning to embarrassment. Angel chuckled a bit. The waiters gave Angel the food, and they set out.

"I don't have a whole lot of money on me, but I think I can afford at least something for ya to wear when we ain't in the studio. I'll fix up some of my old t-shirts and seal up those extra sleeves," Angel thought out loud.

The small shop didn't have pajamas, but that was okay. She could just borrow his t-shirts until she got some money for pajamas. Maggie saw a cute skirt with a simple but elegant shirt to go with it. The outfit spoke to her, but she shied away from it. Her tail tip was all that moved. Her arms folded behind her back as she backed away. Her tail lowered toward the ground.

"Ya like that?" Angel asked, "try it on."

Maggie blinked in disbelief. Crimson had always just ordered her clothes. If it was too small, he'd burn it. If it was too big, the maids would tailor it. She grabbed the skirt and shirt, and she went to the dressing room. It wasn't much, just a small closet with a curtain for privacy. That much was surprising enough, considering it was Hell. She changed, and she looked in the mirror. She'd never say it, but she looked…adorable. She loved this outfit. She'd always wanted to wear pink, but her father only got blacks, blues and greens for her…classic greed ring colors. It was comfortable too. Surely, her glee would be short lived though, right? She cautiously walked out, and Angel's jaw dropped.

"You look…amazing in that," he said, and he chuckled, "though, I suppose I might be biased to the color."

Maggie looked down, and her face turned pink. The outfit was almost identical in color to Angel's. The main difference was that there was a necktie instead of a bow tie, and the top wasn't striped. The top and skirt were the exact same pale pink as Angel's blazer. The sleeves covered her shoulders, and they reached halfway toward her elbows. The shirt had a white underlayer, and the leggings and waist of the skirt were a slightly darker pink…the same as the pink stripes on Angel's blazer. The skirt was pleated which Maggie always found herself drawn to. Angel found some cerise gloves her size, and he handed them to her.

"To complete the look," he giggled.

Maggie put the gloves on, and she liked it. It looked perfect, but surely Angel was about to tell her to take it off. Firstly, due to it copying his look too much and secondly due to it being too much for him to wanna pay for. She'd seen the price tag for it all.

"It looks nice on ya. Pink really is ya color," Angel complimented, "Heh, heh, ya like a little me."

Maggie blushed again, and Angel couldn't help but think she was adorable. Her tail even rose up again. This was a side of her he was hoping to see. He approached the shopkeeper.

"Hey, how much for all that?" Angel asked, gesturing to Maggie's outfit.

"Mmmm let's see. That shirt and skirt is cheaper as a set, plus the gloves and leggings…comes to about…a hundred fifty…buuuut…since it's you, Angel, I can knock it down to a hundred."

"Aw, ya don't gotta do that," Angel said, "but if ya insist on givin' me the discount, I'll take it."

Maggie couldn't believe what she was hearing…somebody she just met yesterday was buying her something. It wasn't cheap either. Angel gestured for her to come over so they could scan the tags.

"She looks adorable in that, like a mini you," the shopkeeper said.

"That's what I said!" Angel agreed, "Alright, we got food. Ya got a new outfit-"

He was caught off when he could see tears form in Maggie's eyes. She couldn't hold back her joy…that someone would be so kind to her.

"H-Hey, you okay?" he knelt down, and he was caught off guard when she hugged him, "Heh…ya welcome, squirt."

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this chapter. The adorable fluff between Angel and Maggie was too sweet. However, things are gonna get a little angsty next chapter. What could possibly happen?