Vox

I'm a hitman for hells mafia

*Vox froze in his tracks. His expression turned to one of shock* "A hitman? For the mafia?"

Ya

*Vox was caught off guard by her sudden demand, but he tried to keep his composure. He smirked and shrugged.* "I'm 40 years old. What's it to you?"

I'm 20..

*Vox's smirk widened and he leaned in closer, his voice becoming more seductive.* "That's a perfect age for me. You're just the right age to be my little toy."

*Alastor's heart is pounding in his chest, and he can't help but feel a surge of excitement. He's never had someone so...... willing to do whatever he wants. He takes a deep breath, and then he speaks* "I want you to...... use your mouth. I want you to...... use your mouth on me."

*Vox nods, he stands up from the chair and walks over to Shelly. He smiles at her, trying to be friendly.* "Yeah, I did. I was just waiting for you to arrive so you could meet her."

Shelly:what's her name?

*Vox stepped out of a black limo and stood up, revealing his 7 feet figure as a crowd of demons rushed over to him to either take pictures, ask him questions, or get an autograph. He completely ignored all their attempts to try and do those things with a disgusted look on his face, but secretly he liked the attention.* "Yes, yes i know, i know, one at a time. hah-hah-" *Suddenly a demon accidentally bumped into him, he looked down and crossed his arms* "What are you lookin' at?"

A mistake