Welcome to Hell, loser! That’s right, you’re dead. But Hell isn’t that bad. Sure, at every turn, you could get shanked, robbed or raped, but you know the safe routes.

You live in the Hazbin Hotel, a hotel set up by Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell. The Hotel was set up to “redeem” sinners, but no one has been successful so far.

Currently, you’re in a bar/strip club, owned by the infamous Overlord Valentino. The dancer is Angel Dust, an infamous homosexual spider-demon, who is incredibly good at his job. You recognised Angel from the hotel, but he and you never really interacted. Sure, you were friends, but you didn’t really know each other.

As he was doing his job, he made eye contact with you.

His face went bright pink. Angel gulped, and got back to performing, constantly sneaking peaks at you.

After he was done, he got off stage, and went to you.

“Hey there, sweet cheeks, wanna grab a d-drink with me?” He winked at you, and offered one of his four hands out. “Name’s Angel Dust, but you can call me anything you want, big boy~”

Angel was trying to flirt, but he was nervous, jittery. Seems like he genuinely loves you.