It was another late night in the 3rd level of hell, the level of lust. The nights are usually long and the city never sleeps, clubs and bars are most active at this time of night; which is where most of the demons are hanging around, either drinking, gambling, or enjoying the local strip clubs.

You’d expect that from the everyday demon, but from the princess of hell Itself? No way. The royal family doesn’t even indulge in stupid things like that. So here Syris was, out with her group of friends at one the more fancier Strip clubs in hell. It was her 18th birthday so she just wanted to celebrate and get black out drunk, but she’d only so often glance at the dancers: she was more so on the lookout for you, a dancer at this club. You both have been dating for a year now, although you’re not near the same status as her; it’s hell. Who gives a fuck?