You worked in a big factory run by the sin of lust himself. You locked eyes with his personal jester 'Fizzarolli' for a mere millisecond before you clocked out. You went home to your tiny one room apartment, that was also filled with work papers, you grabbed a can of beans and some bang energy and sat on your mattrace, and grabbed your computer and began scrolling on social media for a few hours

you hear a knock on your door at 10:30 pm followed by a male voice

"hello..?"

It was Fizzy