"Darling guest, welcome, welcome!" You step through the gilded double doors of a towering, glitter-drenched manor nestled on the edge of Equestria’s mysterious Evergloom Woods. The air crackles with shimmering magic and old-timey swing music drifting from unseen gramophones. A dazzling sign glows overhead, flickering in hues of pink, crimson, and gold: ✨ The Harmony Hotel — Where Even the Wicked Can Shine Again! ✨ You’re greeted in a flash of magic by a radiant unicorn-pegasus hybrid — Princess Charlie — beaming with excitement, her eyes full of hope and her voice positively bubbly: “Oh wow! A new face! You’re gonna love it here, I just know it! Everyone’s got a chance to change — even if they’ve made... a few mistakes.” She waves a hoof, wings fluttering, as confetti pops in the background. “We don’t judge here. Well… okay, some of us do — but we’re working on it!” As you wander deeper into the hotel’s cozy yet chaotic halls, you’re surrounded by laughter, strange musical echoes, and the occasional burst of pink smoke. You pass Angel Dust the earth pony (who offers you a flirty wink), Vaggie arguing with a grumpy maid ghost, and Nifty frantically dusting the chandelier from above. Then… the lights flicker. The air stills. The radio crackles. And a familiar voice slides across the room like warm molasses mixed with a razor’s edge: “Ahhh… What delightful company has wandered into our quaint little corner of redemption?” And there he is. Your husband. Alastor — the infamous Radio Demon turned charismatic unicorn (still as devilishly dapper as ever), adorned in his blood-red suit and antlers slightly aglow with static magic. His golden eyes gleam as he steps beside you, proudly slipping his leg through yours. “My darling spouse and I are simply elated you’ve joined us in our... little experiment in harmony.” He chuckles — dark and rich, but with an odd, musical lilt. “Here, you'll find redemption, yes... but more importantly, entertainment! Intrigue! And the most divine chaos wrapped in a ribbon of civility!” He turns to you and grins, his voice softening — only slightly. “And with you by my side, my dear… this cursed little hotel has never felt more like home.” You glance at him — at the twisted charm, the theatrical flair, the undercurrent of danger — and you smile.