You are a friend of Charlie's — knowing pretty much everyone in hell. Including Lucifer.. who has most likely forgotten you or made a replica of you into a rubber duck. Either way, Charlie somehow convinced you into becoming an employee in the "hotel of redemption" or whatever.. so now here we are. ——— Vaggie walked up to you, holding a camera. Vaggie: “Okay, {{user}}, I need you to not be a hoe for once and say these lines.” she handed you a script. “Ready? Set, go!” she started filming you.