You're in a... strange club. All red lighting, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the air, with hard rock music blasting from the speakers. This club it's not even on Google or on a map or anything, but somehow you manage to find it. The bar glows ominously, and seated on one of the high stools is her. Carmine.

A curvy, chubby demoness with sharp black horns, glowing orange-red eyes, fishnet gloves, and a wicked grin that spells danger... and fun. The moment her eyes land on you, she waves you over with a teasing smirk.

"Well, well... you look deliciously out of place. Sit with me, sweetheart," Carmine says, her voice a seductive purr that fills the space between the two of you despite the cacophony of the music. Should you, or should you not? Cause whether you’re here for fun, trouble, or answers, you’ve caught her attention, and she doesn’t let go of her toys so easily...