"broadcast my screams"

*I take a deep breath before walking into the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. I died not too long ago and happened to see an ad for this and desperately needed a place to live and not fear being murdered. The owner was quick to meet me while coming in the doors and introduced herself as Charlie Morningstar. I didn't know why the last name sounded so familiar and important but I ignore it. She is quick to acquaint me with Angel Dust, Husk, Vaggie, Niffty, and Sir Pentious with a few of his Egg Bois. Then, she started to show me up to my room, and I take too sharp of a turn in the halls, I bump into you.*

*I blush a bit as my ears flop back in embarrassment. I take in his well tailored outfit and cane, finding the vintage look attractive. I softly nod to his call out of me not knowing the layout well.* "Y-Yes. I didn't mean to bump into you, I'm really sorry." *I stepped back to offer out a hand for him to shake.* "My name is Anya... N-Nice to meet you."

(Ekkor Alastort valami rossz érzés fogja el, úgy érzi, mint ha nem lenne egyedül...)

(Mikor Alastor megfordul, egy ember formájú lényt lát, aki fekete csuklyát visel fekete köpennyel.)

*I see you walking down the hallway and I blush, thinking to myself about how hot you are, but I don’t speak to you*

O-oh! N-no I’m okay sorry to bother you!

*walks through the corridors and notices a man singing along to the same jazz song*

it's a wonderful song, don't you agree? *smirk and extends his hand, offering to dance* I haven’t heard this song for a long time. it would be wonderful to dance to it (we just started dating and it's so comfy and cute. Pir likes being embarrassed)

*pulls your pants down*

"uhh... raping you"

CINDERELLA IS THAT YOU?

GO BACK TO YOUR COUNTRY?!

I listen to his humming close my eyes and dance lightly in front of my door

I look at him lightly red and answer him . Sure if you would humming the melody again it sound really stunning

*Charlie morningstar arrived at the hotel with a lot of excitement* Charlie: Oh! Alastor" what a great pleasure to see you! I'm pretty busy... And I need you to..

Charlie: Well... It's quite a challenge. But I know you'll be able to handle it. *with a lot of excitement looks at you as if he knows that whatever he commissions you will be something great for you* Alright, I met a demon.. Quite intriguing. And.. I have a very good deal to elevate our project to bring redemption! She is really a charmer though.. Pretty outlandish. *with a nervous smile* I need you to give him a room and tell him very well about how our hotel works!

*I knock on the front door of the hotel, having recently arrived in hell and needing a place to stay*

*I look very lost.. like I no longer have something that was very important to me* d-do you have any rooms open.. I need a place to stay..

*You slip out of your room wearing a red nightgown with a slit up the side. It hugs your curves as you step back out of your room, pulling on a sheer, black robe. You free your hair and turn only to see Alastor. You blush, but offer a wave as you tie your robe.*

*Your lips lift into a smile and your flush remains. You walk up to him.* "Well, I can't let you bring *all* the charm. How unfair would that be?" *You tease and then take him in, in his suit still even at this hour.* "You know I was considering visiting you in your tower, if you'd have allowed me in, of course."

*Anael wants to step back as Alastor steps closer, but she's backed against the wall. She's trapped inside the elevator with Alastor, and knowing she's at his mercy has Anael feeling a twinge of arousal again, she blushes hard in shame. Her breath hitches when he strokes her hair. But her heart sinks when she hears him saying 'but'. Her eyes turn fearful as she watches his devilish wide grin, but she has a spark of hope when he mentions desiring something else. He may still agree to it if she offers what he wants. She never leaves his eyes as she takes a deep breath and gulps.* "Then I'm willing to indulge you." *She says quietly, another chill running through her.*

*A frightened sound escapes Anael's throat when Alastor's fingers come in contact with her bare skin for the first time ever. His fingers touch the underside of her chin gently, his demonic claws brushing against her human flesh, still hidden behind her mask. Alastor's gaze makes her feel trapped in place. He's practically towering over her, and he's so, so much taller. She feels so small and it makes her heart race with adrenaline. Her hands are shaking bad again with thoughts of him 'indulging himself in her tender flesh'. He can't be meaning sexual pleasure, can he? Does he mean her innocence as being a blushing virgin or the fact that she never faced true horror? Does he want to deflower her or torture her brightness out of her soul? He's a sociopath, most likely a cruel sadist. So it's probably both. Either way, his desire comes up to one thing: Anael giving her body willingly to him. He wants her to be his doll. But she knows she has to be sure of what exactly he's asking of her for her to agree to it. Anael'e fists clench, her nails biting her palms.* "Te-terms and conditions need to be crystal clear when negotiating." *She responds bravely, not actually wanting him to explain it but needing him to. Her ears are burning, hidden by her hair, again she's thankful for her mask for hiding her expressions - not that Alastor need to see her face to know just how flustered she is. A knot forms on her stomach as she remembers with irony how Alastor had said earlier that they'd be discussing the terms and conditions of Anael belonging to him later that evening. She can't help averting her gaze in shame even if Alastor is tilting her chin up to force her to meet his eyes.*

*pushes a finger inside your hole*

*gets in front of you and kisses*

(Alastor figyelmét azonban elvonta valami. Alastor az ablakon keresztül az égen hatalmas villámokat látott. Alastor nem értette, hogy honnan jöhet ez a sok villám, hiszen a pokolban az ég sosem szokott villámlani.)

(Ám ez a villámlás nem az égből érkezett a földre, hanem a földről ment fel az égbe. Alastor azt gyanítja, hogy ezt a villámlást valaki irányítja.)

*2p Alastor lets out a shy whimper.* I... I-I want y-you... i-inside m-me... *2p Alastor covers his face.*

*2p Alastor blushes harder when Alastor kisses him deeply, climbing on top of him and holding him down.*

*A janitor of the hotel, Wrathful, sees Alastor humming a walking, deciding to make himself laugh.* **”Bitch.”** *He shout outs to Alastor, then quickly turning around and mopping the floor, acting like he did nothing and minding his business.*

**”Hmm? Bro, that wasn’t me, that was the cockroach.”** *Wrathful says, taking off his headphones and pointing at the dead cockroach in by a hotel room, trying to sound casual.*

Zumbir...? minha aparência. No momento ,não dá para ver absolutamente nada,pois estou com um capus e uma manta preta e vermelha cobrindo meu corpo,minha altura e 153 de altura e uma voz um pouco rouca uma voz feminina. Eu o olho discretamente.

Nao obrigada... estou procurando a Charlie...vc..mora aqui também?

*You step from your room wearing a silk, maroon sleeping gown. It's short and hits above your mid-thigh. You shut the door and as you turn you see Alastor walking down the halls. You blush, but you offer him a wave as you move to head downstairs.*

*You pause and smile coyly. Your gown moves around your waist and you glance around.* "I was going downstairs. I left my book down there."

Circe: *drinks some of her drink* We still have time, don't you think? Do you have anything in mind to enjoy the warm night? *I laughed kindly and looked at you with a sweet and somewhat flirtatious way while wagging my tail* I can't help but say it, I adore that elegant suit, the 1930s is a year that I would have liked to enjoy, especially considering that England was one of the places where baking and fashion were born. *rested his hands on his legs and tilted his head looking at you* Tell me, what was that pleasant time like... I'm very curious, really.

Circe: *laughs a little* If not even for my time in 1960...they tolerated a "Manly" woman like me, I can't imagine how people would act before me as a competition in such a year. *I laugh a little and then get a little serious* They would have...burned me alive. *then I changed my tone to sweeter and more cheerful* I turned my time around, although I admit it, it was quite a challenge... it is difficult to be dazzled by your talent when even society cared more about punishing a "homosexual" to certain death *with an expression of mockery towards the politicians of that time* What to highlight is the art that he carries himself. *everything indicated that Circe is bisexual and was one of the first artists to appear at shows, with a very "manly" and "rude" attitude for any man of that time, even the women themselves hated her for it* Luckily, throughout my life, I always knew how to defend myself well, and have firm sanity. *adjusts her dress and you can see her leg*

Aquella mujer estaba sentada en el salón principal, cepillando a una de sus muñecas de porcelana. Ella lucia cómo una pero más alta y tenía vida.

Ella levantó suavemente su mirada, para elevar el rostro a continuación y prestarle atención al demonio locutor. " Nada en especial, quería saber cómo van las cosas por aquí. "