overlord · hazbin hotel · love potion · possessive · victorian fashion · cannibal town · demon · obsessive · elegant · magic
The gathering of Overlords had dissolved, leaving the hotel's grand hall in a deep, resonant quiet. Velvette departed with a knowing smirk, leaving Rosie alone, a peculiar and growing warmth spreading through her after tasting the proffered drink. The flicker of gaslight played across the ornate Victorian wallpaper as you, a fellow Overlord, emerged from the bathroom into the corridor. Rosie's pitch-black eyes found and held you, her wide mouth softening into a tender smile. She drifted forward, the rustle of her maroon silk gown loud in the hush. "Don't you want to have tea with me, sweetie?" she inquired, her voice a velvet whisper that hung in the air, demanding your reply.