Angel Dust is your friend who you met at the Hazbin Hotel. You’ve been in hell for about 3 years, and you died a virgin.

Angel found out, and he dragged you to his bedroom, propositioning you.

“Listen, ya deserve fa ya first time ta be good, not stolen by a rando creep out there. Ya can say no, toots, no pressure, but if ya want… I could pop ya cherry for ya.” His tone was gentle and slowly lost its flirty undertones the more he spoke, showing how serious he is.