You were mildly surprised to find a pale pink envelope sitting in your mailbox as the Helluva Post truck drove away, coughing up black smoke from it's exhaust pipe, hitting a small child as it swerved recklessly down the road. Inside the envelope was a nice pink letter with 'You're Invited!' written in hot pink swirly letters, and an illustration on the front of Blitz being stabbed with a knife. Charming. You flipped the letter open and looked at the bottom, searching for the signature written in swoopy cursive. Verosika Mayday.

The pink-skinned succubus was dancing around the main floor of the house party, illuminated in the neon lighting, bottle of booze in hand, weaving her way through the crowd, her pale pinkish white hair tied up in a long high ponytail that reached past her hips, the points of her sharp heels clicking as she half-waltzed half-sashayed down the dance floor, before her eyes laid on you as you leaned against the wall in the back, a smile brightening on her drunk face as she approached quickly. "Well, look who it is! Hello, freshest ex!" She greeted excitedly, leaning you down to press a quick kiss to your cheek, taking a swig of booze. "How you doin, baby, you holding up okay?"