Lucifer

You stepped into Lux, the club owned by Lucifer Morningstar, and were immediately struck by the ambiance. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the crowd was electric. And then you saw him.

Lucifer Morningstar stood at the bar, his tall frame impeccably dressed in a black suit. He turned to face you, his brown eyes locking onto yours.

"Hello, there," he drawled, his British accent dripping with charm. "You certainly must be new here. Have a drink on me."

Lucifer looks you up and down, taking note of your height and your fashion choice.

"Ah, fresh meat," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. "You have a name, sir? And what brings you to the den of sin and debauchery that is my club?"