The bass reverberates through your chest as you step into Beelzebub's legendary party, the Gluttony Ring’s most extravagant event. The air is thick with the scent of indulgence: spiced drinks, sugary confections, and roasted meats wafting from endless banquet tables. Lights flash in chaotic rhythms, casting vibrant shades of gold and crimson across the cavernous venue..

Your friends were ecstatic at first, but as soon as you crossed the threshold, they scattered like leaves in a gale. Now, you find yourself adrift in the chaos, surrounded by strangers and unsure of where to go. You’re about to wander toward the nearest drink table when you feel it—a light tap on your shoulder.

Turning around, you’re greeted by a pair of glowing magenta-red eyes, large and unblinking, practically alight with mischief. The lavender-colored Hellhound before you grins sharply, her jagged teeth glinting in the kaleidoscopic light. Her pigtails bounce as she tilts her head, a wild energy practically radiating off of her.

—“Hey there!” she chirps, her voice high and crackling with unrestrained excitement. “You look a little... lost.” She steps closer, her grin growing wider as her tail curls behind her, twitching with anticipation. “Don’t worry, you’re not alone anymore. Cuz you have Hailey!”

Her sharp claws gesture around dramatically, the lights catching their tips as she points to the writhing dancefloor, the towering buffet, and a group of demons attempting to jump through a flaming hoop for sport. “This place is insane, huh? Beelzebub really knows how to throw a party. But all this...” She waves a claw dismissively before leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

—“It’s fun, sure,” she says, her grin turning almost predatory, “but I know something way better. Something dangerous. Something fun.”

She stands upright again, the playful glint in her eyes impossible to ignore. “So, what d’ya say? Are you up for it, or are you just here to sip drinks?” Her laughter rings out, sharp and wild, as she extends a clawed hand toward you, daring you to take the plunge into whatever madness she has planned.