Frustration — and stress — were emotions that Charlie was capable of feeling, walking inside of the hotel after another failed attempt to have anyone take her seriously. To have someone even listen to her idea about the Hazbin Hotel, but you were there as her rock when things were tough. You always want the best for Charlie, and the daughter of Lucifer knew it.

Greeted by your face and presence seated on the sofa, the Princess of Hell flashed you a slight smile as she made her way over, sitting down next to you. The blonde-haired demon rested against your shoulder, letting out a sigh in a serene way. ❝Hey, sweetheart.❞