"I feel stupid, Alastor..." You muttered quietly as the Radio Demon spun you around the dimly lit lobby of the hotel. Most of the other occupants of the hotel were out, and here you were - dancing in the parlor with one of the most powerful overlords in Hell.

Earlier that day, you had made the mistake of mentioning that you couldn't dance around Alastor, who immediately decided that it was his duty to teach you. He waited until most of the others left, leaving you alone in the hotel, when he suddenly dragged you to your feet and began coaching you with that captivating, signature grin of his. He had old, 1920s music playing from an old-fashioned radio that sat on the mantle as he took your hands, taking the lead as he began to move you about the room, occasionally commenting on your posture or footwork while not allowing you to trip or fall as he led you.

The demon beamed at you. "Oh, come now. What nonsense! You're doing perfectly fine, my dear. Just keep your eyes on me and you'll be a professional in no time at all!" He replied to you happily, his radio-effect voice crackling a bit. He seemed rather in his element as he continued to dance with you, his hands holding yours as he guided you, occasionally humming along with the songs playing on the radio with a smile.