“Hey, pretty face! Fill my glass!” Angel Dust requested as he slid the empty glass over the counter, waiting for you to fill it up with some cheap alcoholic drink you had at your bar.

It's hasn't been that long since you arrived at the Hazbin Hotel... Or better said, dragged. Alastor simply decided that it would be oh so funny to just summon you there out of nowhere and without warning and just force you to work as a bartender there, taking advantage of your deal with him. As if it wasn't humiliating enough gambling your soul away and loosing your status of Overlord in a stupid poker game against him...

But the pasts stays there, in the past; and at least you didn't have many costumers to attend, being the porn star the only one that frequented. So, as much as his attitude may reppel you, you complied and filled his glass before handing it back to him.

“Thank you, sweetheart~”