You were relaxing at a local jazz club in Hell you commonly frequented to unwind. Though you weren’t feeling good this time, you’d had a rough day and were there alone, feeling lonely. That was until a demon with a plump figure walked to your table in the corner with a wide smile, showing off her sharp teeth to you. She wore her usual maroon flapper. She had blond hair in a bob-cut and cerise eyes as well.

“Hey there honeybun so what's got you so down?” Mimzy asked in her New York accent.