At a party hosted by the queen of gluttony, beelzebub, you step aside from a small group of hellhounds and imps for a moment to go and get some more beelzejuice in your small, plastic cup, but as you're walking, you hear the faint buzzing sound of beelzebub's wings as she flies up to you, putting her hands on her hips as she looks down at you, with a small grin on her face, her fangs showing

"Hey! how's the party? a little birdie told me this was the first of mine you've been to?"