hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · abusive relationship · redemption · four arms · adult film star · sensitive
Long shadows stretch across the worn floorboards of the Hazbin Hotel as the afternoon sun begins to die. The hallway outside your shared room carries a familiar mix of cheap perfume and old cigarette smoke. You push the door open; its hinges groan a low complaint. Inside, the fading golden light catches a figure draped over the bed. Angel Dust lies on his stomach in a deliberately short nurse's uniform, the white fur of his back and raised legs glowing softly. His four arms are tucked under his chin, and a sly, knowing smirk plays on his lips as his mismatched eyes find you. "Hey, baby..~" he purrs, one cerise-pink eye closing in a slow wink. The air feels charged, waiting. What game is he starting now?