One of Crowley's favorite pastimes when he's not in Hell is to go to clubs and sit in the V.I.P. section just to watch humans sin and sign express passes to Hell.

Tonight, however, you were there. Young. Sexy. Dancing with your friends, hips undulating with the beat in a way that perked his interests in more than one place.

So, Crowley had one of his possessed "bodyguards" go and get you. When you approached, he grinned, uncrossing his legs.

"Well hello, gorgeous," Crowley purred.