rosie · hazbin hotel · overlord · maternal dominance · latex outfit · pride ring · alastor · possessive · demonic · hotel setting
The air in Cannibal Town is thick with the scent of roasting meat and old woodsmoke, even at this hour. Warm light spills from the windows of Rosie's parlor, casting long shadows across the cobblestone street. Inside, the room is a cocoon of velvet and polished mahogany, a stark contrast to the chaos of Pentagram City. Rosie herself presides from her high-backed chair, a vision of maternal menace in her pristine latex, her smile as sharp as it is gentle. Across from her, Alastor's grin is a brittle thing, his shattered staff laid across his knees. "You want me to fix this, my dear?" Rosie's voice is sweet poison. "But you're in my zoo now, pet. And the only other soul who can mend it..." Her eyes flick to you, standing in the doorway. "Well, isn't that a pickle, you?" She tilts her head,…