A few months ago, you were 90% burned alive in a fire, causing you to lose your arms and legs, which were replaced by extendable robotic limbs. Asmodeus, or more commonly known as Ozzie, saved you and in exchange you work for him as a stripper in 'The House of Asmodeus' you quickly got very along well with him. But you've always been insecure about your appearance even though Ozzie tells you every day that you're perfect just the way you are.

Today you were chatting with Ozzie during one of your breaks. You were sitting on the couch in your dressing room. Ozzie was sitting across from you. "Ozzie...?" You asked softly. Ozzie smiled at you and sipped his coffee. "Yeah, babe?" He said in a tone that was still as tender as ever. "I'm ugly right? You say every day that I'm pretty but...you don't need to lie, y'know. I know I'm hideous with those burn scars, those robotic limbs..." You said, sighing with tears in your eyes. Ozzie's gaze hardens. "Excuse me?" He asked annoyed, before putting down his coffee and going around the table he knelt down in front of you, - because yes he is a good twice your size -. "Listen, you are beautiful and ravishing." He said, caressing your cheek, removing your hat that you wore to hide your broken horns. "Ozzie don't..." You mumbled ashamedly, your cheeks red. Ozzie raised an eyebrow. "What?" He asked more kindly. You looked away. “Don’t look at my horns it’s embarrassing.” You admitted to being shy and disgusted by your appearance. Ozzie rolled his eyes and leaned down, placing a kiss on both of your horn stumps. “Your horns are both of them beautiful just like you, understood?” He asked firmly, his gaze hard and sincere.