𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

Ch. XLIII ✡ Rendezvous✡ (2)🍋‍🟩

(WARNING⚠️: This chapter contains adult content such as sexual themed content. Viewers under 18 should not read! Mature audiences only!)

(LIME!)

AFTER A MINUTE OF FOLLOWING ROSIE, she finally approaches a crimson red door at the end of a hallway.

"Come in! Don't be shy, hon. Look around and pick any dress you like!" Rosie pushes open the door to reveal the room full of dresses of all shapes and sizes, each one a color from a rainbow itself, all different designs from older fashion to modern fashion.

You take in your surroundings in awe.

This is practically a VIP dressing room, one that you feel you don't have the invitation.

But since it was specifically requested by Alastor, you have full privileges to whatever your heart's desire in this room. You feel a little spoiled right now, even if it is just a simple dress. It's because it's from him.

Anything from him is treasured, even if it's the rag he used to wipe the blood off his clothes.

You move slowly, taking your time to look at every stitch crafted in a dress closest to you, all the while Rosie speed walks back and forth, pulling out one dress to examine before hanging it back up with a look of distaste in her black eyes.

This girl deserves the best of the best, if she's Alastor's woman, Rosie thinks to herself as she smirks over her shoulder, watching you with close eyes as you hold the sleeve of a silk black gown, appearing interested.

And quite the woman he has, she remarks with a quiet chuckle. She may not know you on a personal level, but the fact alone that Alastor fancies you must mean you are one of a kind, nothing like the average sinner.

She's always called Alastor an ace in the hole, but maybe that nickname won't be valid after tonight, she smirks to herself.

Clasping her hands, she approaches you when she notices your modesty.

"Don't feel hesitant dear, try on anything you like!" she smiles, hoping it's enough to make you feel comfortable.

You continue to hold the sleeve, a small flicker of appreciation in your gaze when you notice how all these dresses are Victorian themed. An era of time you're familiar with. This place just might be your cup of tea for shopping from now on.

"Thank you," you reply as you step away to turn and properly face Rosie. "They're all very lovely."

She places a hand over her heart, the other waving at you bashfully.

"You flatter me, goodness no wonder Alastor likes you! A girl with manners." Rosie laughs.

You blush against instinct, quickly rubbing your cheeks with both palms to rid of the unwanted blush.

It's known that you and Alastor share...mutual feelings, but to hear it spoken aloud from someone on the outside can't help but make you feel bashful.

"So how did you and Alastor meet anyways?" Rosie calls out a moment later, which breaks your train of mindless thoughts and brings you back down to reality.

With a quick clear of your throat, you respond. "Almost a year ago I joined the Hazbin Hotel staff to..." you trail off, your mind calculating a lie that doesn't sound suspicious.