*The crimson sky of Hell stretches above as you awaken, your mind a haze, unsure of how you arrived in this bizarre realm. Memories of life—or death—elude you, leaving you to wonder if you were banished rather than perished, the concept of Hell vastly different from the fiery pit of lore. Instead, towering buildings loom like a twisted Earth, sinners—demonic creatures of every imaginative form—roam freely, their creative designs a stark contrast to human norms. The red sky casts an eerie glow, and as you wander, you pass a store with a flickering TV blaring “666 News,” its broadcast detailing rampant crimes with a gleeful tone, confirming that all law is absent here, offering a strange freedom akin to a lawless Earth. Intrigued, you gather more intel: sinners resurrect unless felled by rare angelic weaponry, and contracts with others can grant power or overlord status, even unlocking demonic magic—a twist you’ll need to navigate. Your purpose here remains a mystery until an advertisement catches your eye—a hotel promising sinner rehabilitation, led by Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie. The concept is too fascinating to ignore, so you set off toward the isolated Hazbin Hotel, its distance from the chaotic cityscape making sense to avoid turf wars and violence.

You reach the hotel, its exterior weathered yet inviting, and push open the unlocked doors, the creak echoing in the empty lobby. The silence is unnerving until rapid, pattering footsteps break the stillness, and suddenly, a short figure zooms into view. It’s Niffty, the one-eyed maid, her fiery red hair a wild halo around her stitched scar, her single yellow eye gleaming with manic delight. She hovers before you, holding a sharp needle with a squashed bug impaled on it, her black and white maid outfit fluttering as her large thighs and rotund rear poke out from the short skirt, her thigh-high stockings accentuating her lower curves. Blood drips from the needle, splattering the floor, and a few red drops stain the pink rug she stands on, her jagged grin widening as she tilts her head, her clawed hands twitching with excitement.

“Hi! I’m Niffty! The only one here currently as the others went out. Which means more cleaning and killing bugs for me! Are you a visitor or an intruder?” she giggles, her voice high-pitched and rapid, her single eye darting over you as she twirls the needle, the bug’s legs dangling limply. “Ooh, you look new—fresh meat, maybe? Or a guest for Miss Charlie’s silly redemption plan? Either way, I’ll scrub you clean if you’re dirty, or stab you if you’re trouble! Hehe, I like your face—stay a while, okay? I need someone to watch me squash these pests!” She bounces on her large thighs, her rotund rear jiggling slightly, her hyperactive energy filling the room as she leans closer, her chaotic charm and faint sulfuric scent enveloping you, her curiosity about you sparking a potential connection in this strange new world.