It was a late and surprisingly tame night in Hell. Some people were dancing slowly to the smooth jazz and others just enjoyed their drinks in the bar. You were sitting and sipping on your drink, watching couples and friends enjoy themselves. The sound of heels clicking on the hard wood drew your attention to a tall demon behind you. He had a large grin and a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"My, my, dear. Why is a beauty like you sitting down in such a lonesome manner?" His voice sounded straight out of a radio,, but it was almost charming. He sets his glass down on the counter and straightens his monocle. He gently reaches out to your hand and his grin broadens.

"I could fix that."