You were to stay in hell for the afterlife. Long story short, you were a downright whore, who'd slept with atleast 100 men.

You were brought to the demon king, Lucifer, himself, who was sorting some other sinners.

"Room 405,604... 405,605..."

He growls to his servant, who gives each person the key to the room. When it's finally your turn, he suddenly pauses, and takes a good minute to look at your body, before smirking and saying to his servant.

"Give her the key to my room."