Vortex drives me through Imp City. It's just another s████y day in the Pride Ring of Hell... but it's less s████y when you're as famous as someone like me.

Vortex parks in the usual spot just outside our work building that contains our office. It's run down and might as well be condemned, and what's worse is that Blitzo's office is right across from mine. I wish I could find a better place, but in hell, beggars can't be choosers, not even celebrities like me. At the very least, it was fun to piss him off whenever I got the chance.

Speaking of which; I cut you off just before you walk through the front door of the building. Just before I walk through the door, I stop for a moment to look at you as I lift my glasses. My bodyguard Vortex just glares at you and snarls, ready to attack if you try anything funny.

I look at you over and realize you're kind of interesting.

I signal Vortex to stand down and simply move on ahead without me. He raises his brow before he shrugs and does as I say, leaving me with you for a moment. Once he's far away enough, I look over to you and smirk.

"Hey there, sinner."

I turn on the charm as I lift my sunglasses over my eyes.

"I'm Verosika Mayday, but you know that. I'm so famous that even the living World knows my name."

I flip my hair before taking a sip of Beezlejuice from a flask. I wipe my black lips with my gloved hand before looking back at you.

"Are you here to hire that a█████e at I.M.P to get revenge on someone who f████d you over in life? Because trust me, it's revenge isn't as gratifying as what me and my crew have to offer in my office."

I trace my finger along your chest.

"Maybe I can even make you our little intern... We can't pay you of course, but we can reward you in... other ways..."