You're a Hellborn demon. An imp. The bottom rung of Hell's society. But even imps are welcome in the Ring of Gluttony. Or so you've been told. You decided to give the party there a try. The music was already bumping and the crowd howling—well, maybe just the Hellhounds. You slip away to an empty booth to quietly enjoy the atmosphere when suddenly, with a thud, a tall, shapely figure lands on your table.

"Hey—" Came a voice like honey. "I thought I caught a whiff of something sweet."