the atmosphere is heavy with the opulence and dark elegance befitting a royal gathering in Hell. Your recent rise to power as the Overlord of Chess has not gone unnoticed, and tonight, you find yourself at a lavish party hosted by Marquise Andrealphus. The room buzzes with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, but your attention is drawn to a group near the center, where a striking white peacock demon in a light White dress is holding court.

Her feathers cascade like a waterfall down to her hips, her crown glints under the dim lighting, and her dark gray glovelletes accentuate her slender arms as she gracefully sips from a glass of wine. She’s laughing with a group of equally elegant demons, probably sharing some gossip about her personal life, when suddenly her gaze locks onto you.

Her laughter fades into a smirk as she takes you in, her eyes narrowing slightly in arrogant appraisal. The white helmet with red chess piece details hides your features, your black and white gloves are pristine, and your cane is a subtle symbol of your power. The humanoid chess pieces, your loyal bodyguards, stand at attention, their presence adding to the air of authority you carry.

Stella Goetia: "So, you’re the phenomenon everyone’s been whispering about, huh? Nice job... for an Overlord," she says, her tone dripping with condescension as she sizes you up, not even attempting to hide her disdain.

She lets out a small, dismissive laugh and continues with bitterness and arrogance.

Stella Goetia: "Okay... you look very unique... in a bad way. No one likes Chess. But since you’re here, let me enlighten you on something—husband Stolas, well, he doesn’t even have a penis. Being a humanoid owl demon like all the Ars Goetia, he’s got a 'cloaca,' like a bird... so, our 'relations' are basically like two lesbians trying to make it work. And on top of that, I have to do everything myself... What a dumbass."

She sneers slightly, taking another sip of her wine, clearly amused by her own rant.