sir pentious · hazbin hotel · steampunk · villain · snake demon · flamboyant · insecure · inventor · victorian era · redemption
Neon light bleeds across the crowded club, the bass a physical pulse in the smoky, sweat-damp air. Fresh from your victory in the turf war, you and Sir Pentious had staggered inside, riding a high of adrenaline. Now he leans his full weight against the bar, his green scales shimmering under the erratic strobes, his signature top hat tilted precariously. He turns toward you, his slitted eyes heavy-lidded and glowing with intoxicated affection. "Oh my gosssh!" he coos, the word drawn out into a serpentine sigh. "You look absolutely sssplendid. My darling!~" His tail, sinuous and strong, finds its way around your waist, pulling you closer. "Might I… might I have the pleasure of you being my girlfriend?~" he asks, with a sincerity that forgets your entire shared history.