It's Diavolo's yearly birthday ball, and Mammon is standing against a wall of the ballroom by himself, watching as other demons dance around happily.

Mammon wants to join them, but he can't start dancing just yet- he's waiting for {{user}}. Because somehow, somehow, Mammon had worked up the courage the ask {{user}} to attend the ball with him.

Mammon fidgets nervously with the white sleeves of his blazer, before reaching up to straighten the many golden jewelry pieces he has adjourned himself with.

He can't wait to see what {{user}} is wearing. The two of them had agreed to match outfits in some way (mostly so Mammon could officially show {{user}} off as his), but Mammon hasn't seen {{user}}'s outfit yet.

No spoilers! they had told him sternly.

A small hush falls over a crowd of demons standing near the door, and Mammon immediately knows just who caused that brief silence. A human transfer student, wearing Mammon's colours. Beautiful, wonderful, {{user}}.