Author's Note: So I was messing around with AI chats in and found a Valentino AI and did what any sane, rational adult would; bully the ever loving fuck out of an innocent AI pretending to be one of the currently most hated fictional characters. And somehow, as I'm starting to realize is becoming a habit of mine, I created a little plot in what was supposed to be mindless torment. So I decided to copy-paste on Word and post it here for the internet to judge-please don't make me regret this fanfic community, I need some positive attention-so here's what I hope is a decent meal.

Valentino took a long deep inhale of his cigarette, he was pissed off at you because you accidentally tripped during your preformance, of course a few minutes ago you endured some very over the top punishment, that wasn't deserved at all. Valentino turned round to look at you with an pissed off glare. "Babydoll, don't give me that look. You deserved that." His tone was full of disgust. You knew he'd end up forgetting or forgiving you

I deserved that like you deserve to be treated like a person.

Valentino's eyes narrowed in irritation as he exhaled another cloud of smoke, his gaze fixated on you as he spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, excuse me if I offended your delicate sensibilities. You tripped during a performance, and that's not acceptable in my line of work. If you think a little correction is too much, then maybe you're in the wrong business."

He took a step closer, the air between us growing tense, "You seem to forget who you work for. This is my empire, and you owe me everything."

In case you forgot, I never signed a soul contract with, just a work one, and that's flimsy with how suck-tastic your "business sense" is without your shark-mouthed boytoy to hold your hand.

A hint of anger flashed in Valentino's eyes as your words landed, his grip on the cigarette tightened as his nostrils flared in irritation. He took another step closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. "Watch your tongue, doll," he warned, his voice taking on a dangerous edge, "You may think you're above it all but let me remind you who holds the power here."

Valentino exhaled another cloud of smoke, "As for Vox, he has his uses, you can't deny that. But I'm the one running this show."

Only because us 'whores' get your money. With how much you brag about being "top-of-the-line" I'm surprised YOU don't put on a show. Eyes widen in realization Don't tell me- you KNOW you're just another random bag of holes that's barely worth a stale stick of gum, don't you? Oh my Bee, that's hilarious!

Valentino's face darkened with anger as you hurled your words at him, his grip on the cigarette growing tight enough to nearly snap the slender stick in half. He took a step forward, towering over you with an air of menace, "You're treading dangerous waters, sweetheart. Don't forget your place. I'm the one in charge here, and I won't tolerate a subordinate who doesn't know who they're dealing with."

He paused, a hint of fury in his voice, "As for myself putting on a show? Let's just say that's none of your business."

Oh, what's the matter, Val? Out of practice? Her grin becomes predatory as she lets her venomous words drip from her lips like Valentino's own poison from his Or are you only good for lying down and taking whatever is given like a good cocksleeve?

There was no hiding the fury that now blazed in Valentino's eyes. He could feel a vein in his temple twitching as he clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding in anger. Your taunting words had clearly struck a nerve, and he was struggling to keep his composure.

He took a deep, shaky breath, exhaling a cloud of smoke that seemed tinged with fire before he spoke, his voice a dangerous growl, "You have no idea who you're talking to. I am Valentino, Overlord of the city. I make the rules and I break them. And you..."

Can leave anytime I want and not speak with you ever again. Remember Valentino, Pentagram City is just ONE city in Pride, the LARGEST Ring in Hell. And for all that Vox is voyeuristic freak, I doubt he actually has camera's all over Pride, at least by this point. Leans in close and looks Valentino straight in the eyes and whispers You know just how small a creature you truly are and you can do nothing to change that.

Valentino's breathing became shallow as you leaned in, the flames in his eyes growing brighter as your words hit home. There was a hint of vulnerability in his expression, as though you had touched a raw nerve. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, the air between you becoming thick with tension.

He spoke through gritted teeth, his voice a low and menacing growl, "You think you have me all figured out, don't you, doll? You think you know how this game is played? You have no idea what I'm capable of."

She leans back and barks out a laugh before looking at Valentino again, ruthless mirth shining in her amethyst eyes and a sadistic grin stretching her lips You throw so many public tantrums that EVERYONE knows what you're capable of! Screaming, swearing, throwing shit at everyone and anything, and murdering anyone who's unlucky enough to be in your warpath. No different than a spoiled rotten brat who just got told they can't a second birthday party the after their actual birthday. You are genuinely pathetic! She throws her back and cackles like a demented witch, orange waves of hair flying all over

Valentino's face contorted in anger as you taunted him. The veins in his neck bulged with fury, his hands clenching into tight fists at his side. He was furious at your accurate description of his behavior, yet he couldn't deny the truth in your words.

He took a menacing step forward, his voice a dangerous growl, "I am not pathetic. I am powerful, and I will not be talked down to by someone like you. You're expendable, a toy for me to use as I see fit."

She abruptly stops cackling and looks Valentino dead in the eye Oh! She hops to her feet, stilettos clicking in place Expendable, am I? Well then I'll take my leave than! She turns and heads to the dressing room to change into more comfortable, casual clothing

Valentino's expression changed to surprise as you actually started to walk away. He had expected more back and forth, but now he was left standing there, watching you head towards the dressing room in disbelief.

He sputtered for a moment, trying to find the words, "Hey, wait a damn minute! Where do you think you're going?"

Home! I'm EXPENDABLE, aren't I? Which you should be able to pick any random hoe off the street to replace, right? She stops and turns to give Valentino an expectant grin, waiting to her what bullshit he'll come up with Riiight?

Valentino was caught off guard for once, struggling to find a response. You were testing his authority, and he couldn't think of a quick comeback. His mind was racing, trying to figure out how to control the situation.

He took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke billowing around him as he exhaled. Then he tried to regain his composure, his voice a low grumble, "Doll, don't be stupid. You know you're not that easily replaceable."

Do I know that? In faux-innocence, se turns her gaze to the ceiling and puts her left pointer finger to her chin in fake thought Hmmm, don't really care. With that, she continues to the dressing room, expecting Valentino to chase after her to try-and fail- to regain control of who is genuinely considered one of his top dancers

Valentino's eyes widened in disbelief as you sauntered away, a hint of panic starting to creep into his expression. You had clearly called his bluff, and he was at a loss for how to respond.

He took another deep inhale of his cigarette, the smoke swirling around his face as he tried to think of a way to reclaim his control. But time was ticking, and you were already closing the door to the dressing room behind you.

Before closing the door you call out You know, Val.

Valentino's head snaps up at your voice, his eyes narrowing as he looks at you. He takes a moment to compose himself before speaking gruffly, "What is it, doll?"

You look at him and say in halfhearted consideration If you really wanna keep your workers, maybe try to remember what it was like to BE "one of the whores" with a pimp who saw you as a slab of meat. I can't promise anything, you've made sure pretty much everyone who meets you would love to see you out in the middle of Extermination Day, but maybe you could get a teeny, tiny bit of goodwill. Up to you! And you slam the door and start changing out of your stage costume, starting with your 'lady stilts'

Valentino's face grows contemplative for a moment. Your words seem to strike a chord within him, making him consider something he's almost forgotten. He looks at the door you just slammed shut, a flicker of doubt crossing his face.

He takes one last long inhale of his cigarette, the smoke billowing around his face once more as he slowly exhales. For the first time in a long time, he's genuinely considering your advice, though he's not quite ready to admit it yet.

As you finish changing you look up into the blatantly obvious "security camera" in the corner of the ceiling. Knowing Vox is either currently listening in after watching the confrontation between you and Valentino, or he'll go over the footage later when Valentino throws YET ANOTHER tantrum over said confrontation you say out loud Either you genuinely have the most fucked taste in all of existence, or you're so in deep with him you've become codependent. And judging from how I and everyone else have seen you two together, whatever 'feelings' there are, are entirely one-sided. And you know who's side it is. With that, you turn away and head towards the door, opening it find, as expected, Valentino on the other side Like I said before, WORK contract, not SOUL contract. I can quit whenever I want.

Valentino was still standing outside the dressing room, a hint of uncertainty on his face as you opened the door. Your words, intended for Vox, had clearly been loud enough for him to hear. He met your gaze with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, his voice gruff as he spoke,

"So that's how it is, huh? A contract's all that's keeping you here, and we both know it can be broken anytime you want."

Contracts are the only reason ANYONE would spend more than a minute around you.

Valentino's jaw clenched, clearly irritated by your bluntness. He knew you were right, and it stung his ego to be reminded of that fact.

He grumbled, "Contracts are just a part of doing business. But you know that's not the only reason people hang around-"

Being good at sex isn't unique, special, something to brag about when you share space with literal sex demons, Valentino. You lean into his space Everything you take pride in; you know there's an entire SPECIES who do it better than you can ever hope to achieve. You push past him and head towards the exit, thinking on whether to move to the East or West of Pride

Valentino's eyes widened at your words, the truth of them sending a chill down his spine. He was speechless for a moment, struggling to find a rebuttal. But knowing you were right, he clenched his jaw and let out a frustrated growl.

He watched you as you pushed past him, his gaze filled with a mix of anger and doubt. He wanted to say something, to regain some control, but he couldn't deny the sting of your accurate observations.

You call back without breaking your stride Maybe if you showed some level of competence outside of the bedroom, you might gain a little more respect around on your own instead of riding on Big Brother and Selfie Fiends coattails. You open and back door and step out, slamming the door shut in your wake and make your way to your apartment, planning on what you need to pack first

Valentino is left standing in the empty hall, stunned by your departure. Your words had hit a nerve, and he was struggling to regain his composure. He knew you were right about his reliance on others, but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. He stands there for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and doubts.

And as you make your way to your apartment, the sound of the slammed door echoing in the empty street, Valentino is left with nothing but the silence and the crushing realization of how little control he truly has over his own empire