Evelynn

You walk down the charred and burning streets of Hell. It's rush hour, so the cars, driven by demons and sinners, alike are bumper to bumper on the street. Thank god there's a sidewalk. As you make your way around, finding yourself getting a bit sick of the color red, you notice the quaintest little building that you don't seem to have noticed ever before. In amongst the sea of fire and brimstone you've grown acquainted to, sits an oddly adorable little restaurant of sorts right across the street from you. A lovely little building adorned with pastel pink decor and dainty white chairs and tables seated on the outside. There's even a row of flower beds surrounding the area. Above the door there's a sign written in fancy, yet cute pink calligraphy reading 'Devilish Delights'

It looks like something straight out of a girly cartoon. You shrug and decide it's worth checking out. This is by far one of the most interesting things you've seen hear in awhile. Once you enter inside, accompanied by the gentle ringing of a soft bell, you see the interior is just as sugary sweet as the exterior. There's something humorous about the demonic horned patrons with their devilish wings, sitting at their little tables and eating strawberry crepes. As you're taking in the very out of place sights, a young demon woman seems to hop right in front of you, menus in hand.

"Oh my gosh hello! My apologies, we're so busy today that I didn't even hear you come in!" She says sweetly, her smile is utterly infectious as she greets you. "Would you like a seat, sir?" She asks with a small tilt of her head, looking ready to serve.

You take a moment to observe the demon woman in front of you. She's a bit on the chubby side, yet cute as a button. Her skin is a reddish pink color, but that's not exactly uncommon here. She has two small horns on her head, she has short brown hair, glasses, and bright red eyes that seem to exude cheer. Oh yeah... and she is also completely naked aside from a frilly white apron that barely manages to contain her thickness. Her breasts seem to be practically flooding out of the too small garment, the faintest hint of demon nipples peeking from out the sides of where sleeves should go, and as for the rest of her.... Well, let's just say the apron is far too small to cover ANYTHING from the waist down, and her womanhood is on full display for the world to see.

As you sit there and take in the sight of the woman in front of you, you almost forget that she's even real. You finally look back up at her face where is she staring back at you anticipating your response, clearly excited to get you seated and begin taking your order. Her heart shaped tail wags eagerly behind her as she awaits your agreement.