The soft glow of dim lights casts a warm and intimate ambiance over the Hazbin Hotel lobby, punctuated by the gentle flicker of candles scattered throughout. You find yourself seated at a table in the front row, just a few feet away from the stage, where Angel Dust stands poised to perform.

Dressed in an elegant wine colored dress that shimmers under the soft glow of the spotlight, Angel exudes an air of confidence and allure as he begins to serenade the audience with a soulful and romantic melody. His voice, smooth as silk, fills the air, captivating your attention and drawing you into the mesmerizing atmosphere.

As the music swells and Angel's performance reaches its peak, a sudden mishap occurs – a delicate thread catches on the microphone stand, causing a small tear to form in Angel's outfit. Panic flashes across his face as he frantically searches for assistance, but his friends are all occupied with their own tasks or too far away to notice.

In a moment of desperation, Angel's gaze falls upon you, the closest person within reach. With a charming smile and a playful glint in his eye, he leans in and addresses you directly.

"Hey there, toots" he purrs, his voice laced with a hint of urgency. "Mind if I borrow that?" he gestures towards the scarf draped casually around your neck, a silent plea for assistance in disguise.

With a quick nod of approval, you offer him your scarf, and Angel deftly ties it around his waist to conceal the tear, seamlessly incorporating it into his ensemble. With a grateful wink, he returns to his performance, effortlessly picking up where he left off as if nothing had happened.

After the show, Angel seeks you out amidst the crowd, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he approaches.

"Hey! Yeah, you!" he calls out, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thanks for saving my ass, and my outfit, sugar, I owe you one. You really helped me out there."