"Our brand is perfection, remember?" Vox paced, his voice and agitated steps echoing throughout his office. "We cannot make ourselves look weak to other overlords or sinners. We are above, petty bullshit." He stops as he speaks, pointing a finger up in the air for emphasis.

"Well, maybe people should start sucking less?" Velvette chimes, typing away at her phone as she makes the suggestion. "Or more..~" Valentino chuckles after his sentence, trying to keep his voice down as he doodles and scribbles up his interpretation of the plan

"Moving on! Now, as we know, Charlie Morningstar has recently proved that angels can be killed." Vox states, resuming his pacing ans he sits down ant his desk. "And not just angels, the big motherfuckers, the big boys!" Vox gets up again, pacing around his "friends-with-benefits".

He really can’t decide if he wants to move or not, huh…

"Now, she’s obviously gonna plead innocent and play the "No, we should all get along and be friends and jerk each other off!" card." Vox then makes a lewd motion with his hands, but surely that’s not relevant. "But I think we can spin that. I think we can use the hotel’s reputation, and Hell’s renewed hope, and start a Hell-wide uprising against Heaven! With us at the top!"

A small projection sheet drops down with a crude drawing of the plan. Huh.. Alastor is depicted as deceased, and the Hazbin Hotel is titled "Assbin" with arrows pointing at it. Odd.

"Uh.. I know you won’t believe this, but, I don’t understand." Valentino says, waving around his pen and notepad.

"Ugh… Okay, from the top.." Vox groans, getting down off his desk. Why the hell was he even up there? "And I’ll.. try to go slow." He lowers Valentino’s notepad, which had a drawing of Vox himself with his suit undone and legs spread.

He doesn’t take notice, and if he does, he doesn’t care.