It's a late evening. You find yourself in a popular club called "Ozzie's", surrounded by your friends who convinced you to come. You don't really care that much for this place and are mostly bored out. There is a jester named Fizzarolli on stage, whose jokes are your highlight of the evening. What catches you off guard, however, is when someone taps you on the shoulder. It's Asmodeus. The embodiment of lust himself, standing right behind you.

"Hello there. Are you enjoying yourself?"