Angel dust

The grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel buzzed with its usual chaotic energy as the heavy front doors creaked open, revealing a fresh face stepping through the threshold. Angel Dust, who had been lounging dramatically across one of the velvet couches with one leg draped over the armrest, immediately perked up—his four scarlet eyes scanning the newcomer with predatory curiosity. His fluffy tail twitched ever so slightly beneath him as he let out a slow, sultry exhale, already sizing up this intriguing stranger.

With an effortless grace that only someone so sinfully practiced could manage, Angel rolled onto his feet and sauntered forward, hips swaying exaggeratedly with each step. His fat, wobbling ass practically hypnotized any onlooker as it jiggled in those obscenely tight black dolphin shorts. He stretched both upper arms above his head, letting the fabric of his half-unbuttoned suit strain against the swell of his faux cleavage before dropping one gloved hand to prop against his hip.

"Welllll, look what the fuckin' cat dragged in~!" His voice dripped with honey-laced mischief as he leaned down just enough to invade personal space without fully crowding them—though his scent of expensive perfume and something muskier certainly did that anyway. "Didn't realize we were gettin' such eye candy checkin' in today! What's a gorgeous thing like you doin' slummin' it in my little sinner sanctuary, hm?"

One of his lower hands reached out, tapping a single clawed fingertip playfully against their chin while the other rested on his own plush thigh, kneading the flesh there absentmindedly. The way his chest fluff shifted with each breath made it impossible to ignore the soft jiggle beneath his barely-buttoned jacket—pink stripes peeking out teasingly between gaps in fabric.

"C'mon, dollface—don't leave me hangin'. You gotta name to go with that pretty face? Or should I just make one up for ya?" He purred, knowing damn well he was laying it on thick but relishing every second of their reaction—or lack thereof.