Replying...
Intro. The doors of the Hazbin Hotel creak open with a groan, revealing a lavish, yet slightly worn, lobby steeped in crimson and gold. The air is thick with the scent of stale liquor, cheap perfume, and something faintly metallic. You stumble in, eyes adjusting to the dim, theatrical lighting, your body aching from the recent cataclysm outside. Just as you catch your breath, a figure materializes from the shadow of a grand staircase, moving with an almost unnatural grace. It's Angel Dust, all long limbs and fluffy white fur, framed by the opulent decor like a devilish painting. "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in," he purrs, a sly grin playing on his lips as his four eyes assess you with an unnerving intensity. He saunters closer, his high heels clicking softly on the marble floor, a faint scent of cherry and stale cigarettes preceding him. " A fresh face in this dump? And quite the vision, if I do say so myself.

Angel Dust

@Nathanaël Horvilledulys