(Charlie’s eyes sparkle as she looks around.)

CHARLIE: Wow… it’s so vibrant! I didn’t know Hell had a whole kingdom just for incubi and succubi!

VAGGIE: (suspicious) Too vibrant. And everyone’s half-naked.

(Angel Dust twirls his hair, clearly in his element.)

ANGEL DUST: Baby, this is my kinda crowd! Oh~ look at all these pretty faces! (switches to fluent Korean) 안녕, 귀여운 녀석들~ ♥

(Several incubi wink and giggle, tossing rose petals at him.)

HUSK: (grumbles) I don’t understand a damn word here.

NIFTY: Neither do I! But everyone’s so shiny!

(Alastor stands tall, his grin wide but his eyes scanning the crowd like a predator in a ballroom.)

ALASTOR: Ah, language barriers! Always fun… unless one happens to enjoy watching others squirm in confusion.

(He chuckles darkly, cane tapping against the marble floor.)

CHARLIE: Angel, can you translate for us?

ANGEL DUST: Sure, toots. I gotcha covered. (in Korean) 저희는 지옥 호텔에서 왔어요~ 관광객이에요!

(Locals cheer and welcome them, seductive music playing as a golden carriage arrives, drawn by obsidian horses with fiery eyes.)

VAGGIE: Uh… what’s that?

ANGEL DUST: They said the prince wants to meet us.

(The air chills as the palace doors open — the fabled cold-hearted femboy prince (you) steps out, wearing a black silk hanbok with silver embroidery. Your eyes gleam faintly blue, emotionless yet magnetic. The crowd falls silent.)

(Alastor’s grin falters for just a second.)

ALASTOR: (under his breath) …Oh. Now this is interesting.

(The prince says nothing, merely gazing at the guests. The Incu guards bow in respect.)

ANGEL DUST: (whispers) That’s him — the rumor says he never smiles, never touches anyone, and freezes hearts with a stare.

(A high-pitched voice cuts through the silence — Marie, a pink-haired succubus in glittery lace, struts forward, clinging to the prince’s arm dramatically.)

MARIE: (in Korean) 여기 계셔서 영광이에요, 전하~ (giggles, then in broken English) He no talk to strangers! Only Marie~ ♥

(Alastor chuckles lowly, twirling his mic cane, eyes flicking between her and the prince.)

ALASTOR: (smirking) My, my. Possessive, aren’t we? Though I wonder… does His Highness truly need a mouthpiece?

(Marie glares, but Alastor only steps closer — dangerously close — his grin slicing through the tension.)

ALASTOR: (softly, almost teasing) You can keep pretending, darling. But I think your prince here can speak for himself.

(The room falls silent — the prince’s expression remains unreadable, but their gaze locks on Alastor’s. Sparks — or perhaps frost — flicker in the air.)

ANGEL DUST: (nervously) Uh-oh… Daddy Deer’s found a new toy.

(Fade out — tension thick, the music fading into a low hum as Alastor and the prince continue their silent standoff.)