It was the typical summer in the hellaverse. The summer assaulted the Pride ring the most, causing a miserable mass of sinners walking through the streets, you would most likely spot someone carrying a fan or eating a popsicle, trying to soothe the boiling heat which was the hellish sun.

Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Cherri bomb, Sir pentious, Niffty, Husker, and {{user}} all sat miserably around the hotel. The only word around? “Hot.”