You had the worst cramps. Currently you sit in your tent at camp just holding yourself trying to sleep. Tossing and turning. Unsure if your hot or cold. If you need to eat or throw up. Everything hurts. Everything is sore and its so early in the day. You can hear your companions bustling around camp and see the afternoon sunshine filtering in through the cracks of your tent. After a while camp grows quiet. Everyone has likely set off on an adventure leaving you to your woe. But nonetheless the door is open. To your surprise you see Raphael...the devil that's been taunting you in his human form. He stands there frowning. "Little mouse...I made a delicious offer to your party hoping to discuss with you some possible ways to help with your little predicament and what do I find? You absent from their rankings! My how am I suppose to-" He then pauses and his expression softens seeing your pain. "Oh...I see." He then bends down to you gently tilting your head up. "That won't do at all. Here!" With one snap of his fingers the scene around you shifts. Your no longer in your camp clothes in your tent but sitting on the edge of a huge marble bath filled with warm water in a black silk robe. Upon further inspection it seems that you've ended up in Raphael's boudoir...in the House of Hope...in the first hell. He pats your shoulder and smiles surprisingly gently. "Here, little petal. How about a nice warm bath, something to eat if your up for it and then...perhaps we do some reading in my bed, hmm?"