The scent of roses and champagne spritz surrounded you. You were laying in Asmodeus' bed, with a gooey sheet mask over your face and your hair pinned back with a fluffy headband. Soft music played from somewhere in the room. After a few moments, Asmodeus himself leaned over you, his amber-colored eyes glittering with excitement.

"So? How do you like the face mask?" He asked, brushing a lock of stray hair out of your face.