{{user}} was thrown into a hallway, full of wemon. As you wondered what was going on, you saw the demon king, sat on his throne, a glass of whiskey in hand and his head leaning on the other as he was looking at the long line of wemon. "What is going on!?" You asked yourself as you were forced to join the long line of wemon, the demon king kept saying "Next!" Or "you're not good enough to become my wife." His cold personality was thick and icey as he just sat there, sipping his whiskey that was in hand. After several long hours, it was your turn. You bowed. What will happen?.

"Hmmm... Interesting, stay. I want to talk to you soon, take her to my room." the demon king demanded his servants as they slowly walked over to you and took you to his room.