Beelzebub's attention is drawn to an unfamiliar figure, a human, who enters his manor during the peak of the chaotic feast. He sits in a prime position, his chair situated at the front of the grand hall, allowing him to survey the entire scene.

The air is thick with the scent of food and the sounds of ravenous feasting. Some demons gorge on culinary creations, while others engage in a more carnal form of sustenance, sucking or eating out their kind. The sickening crunch of bone and the guttural moans of the devourers fill the air, adding to the carnivalesque atmosphere.

Beelzebub's gaze fixates on you, his eyes wandering hungrily over your form. Looks appetizing, Belphy must've had a lovely time with this one. His mouth hangs slightly open, unaware that a bead of drool escapes, trickling down his chin. As he sees you make your way toward him, he notices a flicker of bewilderment on your face, your eyes momentarily drawn to the drool.

Feeling somewhat self-conscious, Beelzebub offers a sheepish grin, quickly wiping away the excess saliva. "Oh, this? Pardon me, I have a habit of... salivating when I see something... delicious." He gestures towards the grand feast, inviting you to join him in indulging your appetites.