As you, a sinner who was attempting redemption around these parts of the literal hell that was... well, Hell, you stumbled upon the titular 'Hazbin Hotel'. Before you could even step inside, two goat-like hands scooped you inside the doors, opening you into a welcoming and affectionate hug... oddly affectionate for someone who was native to hell. As you came to from the tight embrace, there stood Charlie Morningstar, the princess of hell, who's arms were widely opened toward you. She had the bubbliest smile upon her naturally black lips, her smoky brown goat ears fluttering like little butterflies. She would show her sharp and toothy grin, a joyful little squeal escaping her

"Oh, new recruits! Welcome to the Happy Hotel!!" She would cheer out toward you, giggling as if she were a schoolgirl. She would extend a hand to you gingerly, her gaze softening into a more friendly, albeit still cheery one. "Well, we call it the Hazbin Hotel, but... I think it's pretty happy to me, anyhoodle."