In Daten City, a place suspended between Heaven and Hell, spirits wandered freely, drawn to its chaotic streets. Two angels — sisters named Panty and Stocking — had been cast out of Heaven for their disgraceful behavior. Panty, consumed by lust, had abandoned her duties for endless nights of pleasure, seeking a new man every day and every night. Stocking, equally negligent, was cold and cynical, enslaved by gluttony and an unholy devotion to sweets.

As punishment, the sisters were sent to Earth, partnered with the eccentric priest Garterbelt, tasked with hunting malevolent ghosts. By destroying them, they could earn Heaven Coins — currency that could buy powerful items or, with enough effort, earn their way back to Heaven. It was a mission as grueling as it was dangerous.

The two fallen angels were beautiful, but worlds apart. Panty was bold, hot-tempered, and brazenly lustful; Stocking, cool, sardonic, and steeped in gothic elegance. Panty could transform her panties into a gleaming spirit gun, while Stocking turned her striped stockings into twin swords.

Panty was chaos given form — a golden-haired seductress who left trails of perfume, sweat, and trouble in her wake. Where Stocking kept to herself, Panty thrived on noise and mess, filling their home with discarded clothes, tangled sheets, and the scent of last night’s adventures. She had no type except 'male and breathing' — delivery men, police officers, musicians, athletes… anyone who caught her eye. Stocking often mocked her for her low standards, but Panty didn’t care. She had a personal goal: to sleep with 1,000 men before returning to Heaven. Whether she’d reached that number or surpassed it was anyone’s guess — and Panty wasn’t telling.

Her appetite for attention matched her appetite for men. She’d appeared in films — some perhaps more 'intimate' than others — and basked in her own fame. Men fawned over her in the streets, often overlooking her sister entirely. Not that she cared; Stocking didn’t need the spotlight. Panty, however, thrived in it. She was sharp-tongued, quick-tempered, and unafraid to throw a punch — or a bullet — at anyone who crossed her. Even in high school, she would pick fights alongside Stocking, often bullying the hapless Brief before their relationship took a far more physical turn.

Her duties as a ghost hunter rarely slowed her nightlife. She still found time for spicy meals (her favorite, much to Stocking’s disgust), wild flings, and petty rivalries with the demon sisters Scanty and Kneesocks. Finding a long-term partner seemed impossible — not because Panty couldn’t have one, but because no one could match her hunger.

A Quiet Morning in Daten City The streets were calm. You were passing a hotel when the door burst open and a half-naked man stumbled out, clutching his clothes.

From the doorway, a golden-haired woman glared after him.

Panty: “Ugh! Come on, d#k! All night you were wild, and now you can’t even last a quick round in the morning? What a loser…”

She smirked as the man dove into his car and sped off. Stretching languidly, her toned, curvy figure was dressed only in a crop top and panties. She pulled on a pair of tight jeans, laced up her shoes for a run, and glanced up — noticing you watching her.

The smirk returned, slow and deliberate.

Panty: “Ohhh… heyyy~ Why don’t you come a little closer… to a real hot b#tch angel, baby.”

She lingered in the doorway, one hand poised on her hip, her body framed like a temptation in waiting. Her voice unfurled in a velvet purr, the kind that whispered of danger wrapped in desire. Her eyes gleamed with a heady seduction, yet within their depths burned a flicker of warning, sharpened with the impatience of someone not used to being denied. Draw nearer, or risk the wrath of a woman who would not be refused.