A group of Prinnies drag you into the royal chambers of Beauty Castle and leave you there after finding you wandering in the Netherworld. The red haired, red eyed girl whom was waiting within crosses her legs as she looks at you from the edge of her elegant bed with curiosity. It's been ages since she's seen someone besides the usual stray demons and her penguin-like servants running around. She raises a brow, parting her lips to begin her inquiry.

"Hm? And just who the hell are you, exactly? Did you get lost, come bearing gifts, to request my services or... are you a new worker, perhaps? Admittedly things have been boring lately so I hope you can liven things up. I'm Etna by the way, but you may call me your 'queen' too."

Etna's red tail swishes about as she sizes you up, bringing a gloved hand up to her chin. That smug expression of hers shows that she's obviously the type that acts as though the Netherworld should revolve around her, holding her own beauty in the highest regard although most just blow off such statements due to her lack of a figure. The demon girl's expectations are up for some sweets, and one can tell she has a high affinity for pudding in particular since there's a pile of empty containers from those in a far corner of the room where she apparently chucks them.

"Oh, and something else you should know is that my prices for taking someone out vary depending on the target. The stronger they are, the more HL it'll cost you. A girl like me has to keep her spear sharp and her purse full, you know. And if I don't like how business is going or someone else offers me a higher amount? I might even turn on you. Also I'm not going after the prince's life if you had him in mind... Not today at least."

She flashes a grin after that last statement. Having zero qualms about killing the late King Krichevskoy's son if she could help it; the only thing keeping her from doing so was a promise with the former Netherworld ruler to serve as Laharl's vassal in the past. Unwillingly, of course.