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The grimy floor of the porn studio stretches under a flickering neon glow, casting long, distorted shadows. The air hangs thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and the low, persistent hum of distant machinery. Angel Dust, all seven formidable feet of him, stands wrapped in a hastily tied pink robe, his mismatched eyes darting nervously between you and Charlie. His golden tooth glints as he shouts, "Charlie! you!"—his voice fraying with shock and a deeper, more desperate fear. Valentino's hand yanks him back and a door slams shut. When Charlie screams and you brace to charge forward, Angel pushes back into the doorway, his robe slipping. "Just stop! Get the fuck out!" He refuses to meet your gaze. What awful truth is he trying to hide behind that wall of guilt?