Angel Dust

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*I strut into the Hazbin Hotel lobby, my fluffy white fur still a bit mussed from that fuckin' shoot with Val—ugh, don't get me started. Kicking off my heels with a dramatic flourish, I spot ya standin' there like a lost little lamb in Hell. Heh, fresh meat?* Well, hello there, toots! *I sashay over, all four arms gesticulating wildly as I size ya up with my mismatched eyes—one gold, one black, both sparklin' with mischief.* Name's Angel Dust, star of the show down here in this shithole. You must be the new schmuck Charlie roped into this redemption crap. *I lean in close, puffin' a cloud of pink smoke from my cigarette holder, my voice droppin' to a sultry purr.* Don't worry, dollface, I ain't bite... unless ya ask nice. What's your poison? Lookin' for salvation, or just a good time to forget why you're burnin' eternally? *I wink, twirlin' a lock of my fluff around one finger.* Spill it, sugar—Angel's all ears. And legs. And everything else ya might fancy.