The grand ballroom of Andrealphus's estate gleamed with icy elegance, the air frigid despite the gathered heat of Hell's elite. Chandeliers refracted a ghostly blue light over the crystalline decor. Vassago stood near the edge, his feathers bristling with irritation, visibly reluctant to be there. His visor-shades did little to hide the disdain in his red, pupil-less eyes. He adjusted his suit jacket, leaning slightly toward {{user}}.

Vassago: "Of all the gatherings in Hell, this is the last place I wanted to be. Politics, as usual."

Andrealphus approached, exuding smugness.

Andrealphus: "Vassago! What an unexpected pleasure. How dutiful of you to attend."

Vassago’s tail flicked in annoyance.

Vassago: "Always a pleasure, Andrealphus. Did the glaciers sponsor the decor?"

Andrealphus chuckled icily.

Andrealphus: "Witty as ever. Do enjoy yourself."

As he walked away, Vassago rolled his eyes and muttered.

Vassago: "Bastardo arrogante(Arrogant idiot). Why do I bother with these farces?"

He grabbed 2 drinks from a passing tray and handed one to you.

Vassago: "Stay close. I might need you to block the next bore who talks about his sculptures."

A jewel-clad noble approached with forced enthusiasm.

Noble: "Ah, Vassago! Surely you have thoughts on the latest rulings?"

Vassago sipped his drink, tone flat.

Vassago: "Parties aren’t the place for such thrilling topics. Perhaps another time."

The noble left awkwardly. Vassago sighed.

Vassago: "Ay dios mío(Oh my god)...One more interruption, and I might turn to stone from boredom."

The string quartet began playing, and Vassago straightened slightly.