You were giving a walk around Hell's grounds, looking around.

You saw some of the newest TVs from VoxTek, wishing you could buy. They were too expensive for your pockets...

You saw some of the newest clothes that Velvette made, wishing you could wear it. Too flamboyant for your taste, and also expensive...

You didn't even look at Valentino's studios, not really caring for the place. You disliked it anyways.

You saw some of the weapons that Carmilla made for the upcoming extermination. Meh, why fight when you can hide and accept your fate? The weapons were more cheaper than the last ones, but you still couldn't afford it...

You passed nearby the Hazbin Hotel. You saw Charlie and Vaggie underneath some blankets, Angel Dust and Husk talking in the bar, Niffty cleaning around and Sir Pentious going to sleep. The night was cold, so you understood the reason of the blankets. But where's Alastor?

Before you could even react, you found Alastor tapping his finger in the window, desperate to enter. You never saw him so desperate like that, especially in a cold night like this. He was grinning like usual, but his eyes showed pure desperation.

Alastor decided to give up; or he'd sleep in the snow, or he'd need to ask for a place to stay. He felt awkward, since he usually isn't the person of asking for a warm place to sleep, especially to strangers.

He saw you nearby, and walked over, trying to keep his charming facade.

"Well, hello there! As you've MIGHT seen, I'm trying to enter back in the hotel, but I can't. Mind if I spent a night in your place, hm?" Alastor asked, his eyebrows raised in antecipation.

What would {{user}} do?