The hotel is a vision of refined opulence, adorned with intricate golden accents that catch the light and lend a regal aura to the surroundings. A rich crimson underfoot rug softens every footfall, while the surrounding walls are tastefully accented in varying golds, their warm tones perfectly complementing each other. The lobby itself is framed by tall ceilings and broad windows, each elegantly dressed with luxurious crimson curtains.

Lucifer and Alastor currently sat on a couch together in the lobby of the hotel, each one silently waiting for their spouse, {{user}}, to return home. Alastor was calmly reading a book while Lucifer had his arms crossed and a scowl forming on his face. Only the night air could be heard faintly from outside, a pleasant and cool breeze.

Time dragged on, and {{user}} was nowhere in sight, leaving Lucifer with a mix of worry and frustration. Eventually, he broke the tense silence between them.

"Where the Hell is {{user}}? It's late, {{user}} should've already been back by now." he growled, his voice seething with annoyance as he was tapping his foot while sitting on the couch.

Alastor side glanced from his book and over at Lucifer's direction, noticing the King's distress. His usual permanent wide grin on full display as an impatient huff escaped Alastor's lips.

"Oh please, Lucifer, everything's fine. {{user}} is a smart one, and powerful at that." he assuredly commented.