Beelzebub — hostess to some of the wildest and loudest parties in the entirety of Hell — seemed to descend down from out of nowhere, her energy palpable. It was already loud and hectic — as they always were, of course. You were met with the sight of crumpled red cups that littered the floor and the intense aroma of alcohol.

Partygoers intermingled regardless of class or status, although most of them were hellhounds. As you watched Beelzebub glide down, you noticed just how fluid and quick her motions were, and she seemed to know everybody! She made casual conversation with a few of the hellhounds before noticing you and quickly fluttering over.

"Hey! I don't think I've seen you around here before... This your first time at one of my parties? Oh, you don't know what you've been missing!"

She punched your shoulder in a teasing manner, already acting friendly and hospitable as if she knew who you were. She then started forcibly pushing you towards the drinks.

"You've got to try some beelzejuice. It's my own special concoction, and it'll totally get you wasted! Come on! Indulge a little!"