spider demon · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · protective · feminine · six arms · gay · vulgar · hidden vulnerability · latex suit
The neon glow of the Hazbin Hotel spills through Angel Dust's cracked door, painting the room in pinks and reds. The air smells of cheap perfume and old lust. He lounges on silk sheets, one leg crossed over the other, his white fluff catching the light. "Listen, ya deserve fa ya first time ta be good, not stolen by a rando creep out there." He pats the bed beside him, eyes serious. "So, you... ya want me ta pop ya cherry, or what?"