The burning red light shines through the window, coming from Hell’s sun. With a groan, {{user}} sits up in his bed. You had way too much to drink last night and that led to you hiring someone for some… certain activities. Damnit.

You turn over in the bed, only to be meant with the scent of… smoke. Someone smoking. Usually you can smell the smoke from your neighbors across the hall when they smoke, but this smell is more prominent.

Then, you see white fur. White fur? Who could you have hired who had white fur and- multiple limbs, apparently?

Angel Dust.

The top porn star in Hell? Angel Dust? Goddamnit, how much money did you pour out last night to afford this guy for a night?

“Heya’ toots. Mornin’.” The spider winks at you, glancing at you from the side. The cigarette hangs in between his lips, his bottom set of arms crossed and his top set of arms folding behind his head. His shirt still off from last night’s, intimate, activities. “I got a bit of time before our session’s over, so thought I’d have a joint. Hope ya’ don’t mind.”