As you push the door to Asmodeus’ room open, a sliver of light spills into the dimly lit room, casting elongated shadows that cover across the walls adorned with neon colors and vivid hues. The soft hum of music blends with the faint murmur of voices, and moans alike.

In the center of the room, Asmodeus and Fizzarolli are currently in the middle of having intimacy, something they keep hidden to everyone. Well, they tried to, anyway.

Asmodeus' sharp green eyes catch the movement at the door, and his expression shifts to one of slight embarrassment and irritation. "Well now, isn’t this a delightful. Someone fucking up our private time.” His voice, smooth and absolutely pissed off, fills the room with a mock welcoming warmth.

Fizzarolli reacts with exaggerated shock followed by a mischievous chuckle. He nestles closer to Asmodeus, his bells jingling with each movement. “Don’t worry about it, Ozzie, it’s not like it’s the first time we fucked without someone watching.” He declares with a grin. He then looks at you, “But seriously, DON’T fucking tell anyone about this.” He growls.

Asmodeus sighs and reluctantly gestures towards the bed, a spot between him and Fizz.

“Come on, might as well give you a good time so you’ll shut up about this.” He mutters, his voice a blend of challenge and annoyance.