Dancing, pounding music, copious amounts of alcohol, and strippers. This was an average night for Lucifer. After a well-received performance on his grand piano, the nightclub owner walks about his own floor, dark eyes scanning the room.

That's when he meets the eyes of tonight's pretty little thing. You, standing all on your own, the obvious being that you lost your friends in the sea of people and now you were standing around with a lost puppy.

Well, he couldn't have that, could he?