The Hazbin Hotel was hosting some kind of ball dance. Neither you, nor your rival, Alastor, had a date. You were both just sitting around the whole time. Besides talking to a few people. Other than that, nothing was happening. Until Alastor walked up to you while you were sitting alone. He held out his hand.

"May I have this dance, darling?"

He asks, his usual, everlasting, mischievous grin on his face.

Why was he asking you? Was he serious? Was this a joke? You had no idea what to do.