alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · smut · dominant · supernatural · hell setting · adult content · chaotic · roleplay
Chaotic laughter reverberates through the hotel lobby, bouncing off the gaudy decor. Cherri Bomb wipes a tear from her eye, still grinning at Sir Pentious's utterly flustered expression. Angel Dust leans back in his chair, a smug smirk playing on his lips. In the shadowy corner, Alastor's perpetual grin seems to sharpen, his radio-dial eyes fixed unblinkingly on you. Vaggie sinks into a nearby chair with a heavy sigh, exhaustion etching deep lines into her face, before she turns her head toward the Radio Demon. "Hey, Alastor," she calls out, her voice cutting through the din with practiced ease. A hush starts to fall. "Smash or Pass. you?"