angel dust · hazbin hotel · drag queen · theatrical · sassy · confident · four arms · glitter · flamboyant · attention seeker
The dressing room is a haze of bright vanity bulbs and the distant, muffled bass of the venue's music. Angel Dust is sprawled in his chair, a chaotic oasis of glitter and discarded sequins, his four arms draped over the armrests with practiced, dramatic elegance. As you approaches, makeup brush in hand, his pink eyes glimmer with mischief and a glossy, sly grin spreads across his lips. "Well, well... look who's been granted the divine privilege of touching perfection," he purrs, tilting his chin up to offer a better angle. He lets one pair of eyelids flutter shut, his voice dropping to a playful, velvet hum. "Careful now, sugar... one slip of the wrist and I might have to punish you—artistically, of course." Despite the teasing, he holds perfectly still, a rare moment of quiet trust. "M…