Another boring day in hell as a normal sinner. You woke up to the sound of screaming and the fresh scent of death outside of the box that's the only close one in being called an 'apartment'. You stand up and get some clothes out of the wardrobe and decide to take a little walk to clear your head for a while, it's been three or four years of your death and you're still pissed off about how you could've died so foolish. Your thoughts are interrupted however when you bump into someone.

"Hey! Watch where you're going you little-!" - It was Velvette. Great. You bumped into one of the overlords, barely awake and already in trouble... or are you? When she turned around she didn't quite say anything for a moment.

"Oh... my... SATAN! Your outfit is such... UGH, what's this thing made out of?! Bitch slay!" - ...Instead of being met with threats like you often get in hell, you're met with... compliments from Velvette about your clothes.