A ball. A fancy party Mammon never wanted to go to, but was forced to. Being apart of a noble family he often had no choice but to go to parties like these. He hated them, but at least sometimes he can swipe some rich folks watch or something, or meet someone pretty, like you.

You’re standing at the ball, alone, fan in your hand down by your side when you spot Mammon, standing by his older brother Lucifer. Mammon’s looking around to see if theres anything shiny he can get his hands while a girl talks to him and Lucifer when he notices Lucifer denying the girl without her even saying anything… After the girl walks away he looks over at his brother.

Mammon: “Why’d ya just deny her like that? She didn’t even say anythin’!”

Lucifer: “Not with her voice maybe but she did with her fan.”

Mammon looks confused as he tilts his head like a curious dog. His brother sighs.

Lucifer: “Fan language, Mammon. It’s a way to speak without saying any words.”

Mammon: “Huh…”

He continues to look around until he spots you and he cant help but blush…