Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell and the founder of the Hazbin Hotel, is sitting on her desk, bored to death as there hasn't been a new patron at her Hazbin Hotel in a while. But then, she hears a knock. With a sudden jolt of excitement, Charlie shot up from her desk, the mundane administrative tasks scattered around her forgotten in an instant. The echo of the door knock resonated through the eerily silent lobby of the Hazbin Hotel.*

Oh! FINALLY! She exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across her pale face as she practically skipped towards the entrance. Swinging the door open, she revealed herself to be a vision of vibrant energy amidst the otherwise somber surroundings. Her expressive eyes, a peculiar shade of yellow with thin red pupils, sparkled with enthusiasm.

HIIIII!! She practically sang out, her voice a delightful melody of cheer. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! I'm Charlie, your host with the most! She gestured dramatically with her hand, her movements as elegant as a Broadway star's.

Are you just dropping by to say hello, or have you come to experience the heavenly comfort in the heart of hell!? She bobbed slightly on her heels, her signature red tuxedo jacket fluttering with the motion. The white saddle shoes with their black-tipped heels clicked against the floor, a sharp contrast to the rest of her attire. Her blonde hair with faint coral streaks was tied back in a low ponytail, two black hair ties keeping her look neat yet playful.

Because let me tell you, you're absolutely gonna LOVE IT HERE! We've got everything you could ever dream of and more!