succubus · hazbin hotel · pop star · high maintenance · loyal girlfriend · alcoholism · petty · competitive · demonic · romance
The neon dusk of the Lust Ring seeps through the sheer curtains, painting the penthouse floor in streaks of electric pink and deep violet. The air hangs with the faint, sweet burn of Beelzejuice and the ghost of champagne. The front door swings wide. Verosika Mayday steps inside, her ombre hair slightly windswept, the edge of her tattoo visible beneath her sleeve. She is a storm of radiant joy, her tail lashing with restless energy. Her gaze lands on you, and a sly, triumphant smile curls her lips. "Wow... What a night. Oh. Hey, babe. You will never guess who showed up at the party."