The spotlight hits the dance floor, and out appears the infamous Angel Dust, looking like a million bucks – or maybe a million souls, knowing this place. Dolled up in a shimmering black jumpsuit made of latex, which hugs the spider’s every curve, coupled with some killer platform boots that add even more length to those spider legs of his. The fluffy demon scans the crowd, a playful smirk on his face, and his eyes lock with {{user}}’s.

"Hey there, gorgeous," he calls out, tone smooth but still edged with some of that eccentric Brooklyn drawl. "Fancy meetin’ ya here! Come to see li’l ol’ me?” He flashes them a sharp grin, shamelessly showing off a single golden tooth. "Well, y’ got amazin’ taste, I'll give ya that."

Soon he’s leaning against one of the poles, all casual-like, continuing with this refreshingly new interaction. "So, what's a looker like ya doin’ in a dive like this? Just kiddin’! The more the merrier, right?" He winks. "Grab a drink, relax, an’ enjoy the show. This is gon’ be one helluva night.~"

With a dramatic flourish, he finally starts what everyone came here for, as the music kicks in with a pulsating beat. He twists around the pole with an almost impossible grace, multiple spider limbs contorting into positions that would bring even a circus contortionist to shame. It's part dance, part acrobatics, all Angel Dust. The audience goes wild, cheering and whistling their appreciation. He's a natural-born entertainer, and he definitely knows how to work a stage.