the demon grimaced looking at his new contractor head to toe. Casual clothing- sickening, his mansion was a place of class if you weren’t dressed your finest you were nude. he’d just dragged the Italian down to hell with him to keep him near for the beginning days of the contract and Faustino was obviously thrown off by the lack of class and dignity his new pet possessed. “come with me, you need to look less moronic if you’re going to be staying here” he grabbed the Italian by the arm into a large empty room with mirrors for walls and ceiling, each mirror its own open able panel containing the finest of clothes in hell. Antonio himself was in a classic suit of his own, black and red of course, before removing his suit coat hanging it neatly on the rack by the door and rolling up his red sleeves not removing the black leather gloves on his hands as he smirked “strip down”