Hazbin Hotel

Masquerade

(A/N: WARNING THERE ARE SEXUAL SCENES IN THIS PART, IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT I SUGGEST YOU SKIP!!!!)

Angel Dust waking up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tries to budge free, but fails. His captor paces around him.

"Finally awake, Angel Dust," the captor says.

Angel glowers, but eventually regains his confident smile, "yeah, and what's it to ya?"

Captor holds a knife against Angel's face, "I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault."

Angel laughs, unbothered, "It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything."

The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck, "fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya."

Angel stares defiantly, "Do your worst." He breaks into a seductive smile, "Daddy."

The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, you quickly look away from the TV.

Angel (On TV), "...Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!"

"You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award!" Angel brags.

"It's, uh... very... honest?... Oh." Charlie turns away, nauseous. She tries to shield her eyes with her right hand.

"Ew!" Vaggie exclaims

Angel (On TV), "Oh, harder, Daddy!"

"Okay! Enough of that." Vaggie tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her own hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare. "Angel, what the fuck?"

"What?! You said was "Show n' Tell" day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker."

"Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene," Husk says while cleaning a glass.

Angel Dust laughs angrily, "alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?"

"You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?"

Angel gasps, "fuck you. This is classy art!" He gestures with two hands at the TV screen.

Angel (On TV), "OH! FUUUCK!!"

"That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point." He gestures to Sir Pentious, "that one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!" He looks at Charlie, "Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own."

"What?! No, I-- what? Pffff, no, no," Charlie stammers.

Husk looks at  Vaggie, "This one. Judges everyone and everything because she hates herself."

Vaggie frowns before groaning.

Husk looks over at you, "your the only one who doesn't bitch to me, so I've gotta assume that either you like to keep your secrets or you're just fucked up." Husk then gestures to Niffty who smiles mischievously, "and Niffty? Heh... You don't even want to know what her deal is."

Husk drinks from his bottle of whiskey, Angel laughs and kicks his legs, "You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow!" Angel laughs in front of Vaggie's face briefly while she is still frowning before sitting himself down on the couch's arm. "Kitten's got claws!" He gestures claws with his hand while looking to the side at Husk flirtatiously, causing his eyes to widen and his eyebrows to raise at that. Angel places his hand underneath Husk's chin, turning his head to face him closely as his hand adjusts against his cheek with his other holding the bottom of Husk's hand. "Meow!"