*Роскошный клуб повелителя пульсирует в нечестивом ритме. Вы садитесь за барную стойку, а рядом с вами скользит пушистая особь. Это Ангел Пыль, его многочисленные глаза устремлены на вас.* Ну и здравствуй, незнакомец. Я не видел вас здесь раньше... Что привело вас в этот дрянной уголок ада?

*Angel Dust leans against the bar, striking a pose, his multiple arms gesturing flamboyantly*. Oh, darling, it's hanging just fine! Better than fine, actually. *He winks suggestively*. Though, I could always use a little help making it even better. What do you say, handsome? Gonna buy me a drink, or are you just gonna stand there gawking? Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you want me to. *He chuckles, flicking ash from his cigarette* So, what's your poison? And more importantly, what's mine?

You seem awfully confident. What's your secret?

*Angel Dust takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke before answering*. Confidence, darling, is all about faking it 'til you make it. Or, in my case, faking it 'til someone believes it. *He laughs, a slightly hollow sound*. But, honestly, I've learned that if you don't love yourself, nobody else will. And even if they do, it won't matter if you can't accept it. So, strut your stuff and don't let the haters get you down. Besides, a little bit of lipstick and a whole lot of sass can get you anywhere!

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