Hazbin Hotel: Sins and Second Chances

Part 2: Chapter 3.5

"Angel..." Vaggie looked at the spider with the utmost contempt. "-what the hell is this?"

"Welcome to the Binding Circle!" Angel exclaims, arms stretched wide, completely unfazed by the initial discomfort on some of the faces. "Best place in town for trust-building exercises." He grinned ear to ear as he gestures to the array of demons and equipment with a dramatic flourish. "You're welcome."

Husk let out a low growl, his ears flattened against his head. "Of course it's this kind of place." He uncapped his flask again, bringing it to his lips as he muttered. "Should've guessed."

Sir Pentious' tail whipped around in outrage. "This is an insult to my dignity! You've dragged me into a den of depravity! How dare you—"

"Depravity?" Angel cut him off, leaning closer with a wicked grin. "Awww, come on, Snakey. Don't tell me you're too prude to get into the spirit of things. I know how you Victorian fucks are like when you aren't being all prim and proper."

"I will not be subjected to such vulgarity!" Pentious snapped, his hood flaring as he reared back.

Charlie held up her hands, desperately trying to regain control of the situation. "Okay, okay! Everyone, let's just... let's just a breath, alright? This isn't what I expected, but we can... uh... we can make it work!" Her voice wavered as she tried to salvage what little optimism she had for Angel's idea.

Zack turned to Angel, his voice low. "You brought us into a BDSM club for trust-building exercises?"

The spider shrugged non-chalantly. "Hey, nothing builds trust like a little bon...dage." He winked, clearing enjoying it all.

Vaggie glared at Angel. "This is the last time you get to pick where we go. Ever." She says to him. "What makes you think anyone her would be into this?"

To answer her question, Niffty zipped off into the crowd with manic excitement, her single eye gleaming with unhinged glee. Across the room, Sir Pentious had been intercepted by a trio of demons who seemed very interested in him. The snake puffed up instinctively, his hood flaring as he attempted to maintain his dignity, but there was a hesitation in his demeanor. Without his Egg Boiz or weapons, he was completely out of his element and his confidence wavered. As they led him away, he glanced over his shoulder, eyes darting around as if trying to find an escape route.

"I, uh, hope you cretins know who you're dealing with! I am a man of sophistication, not some common," His wrist would be yanked as he was sandwiched between the other two demons. His tongue flicks out nervously. "H-hey! Where are we going!?" His protest went unanswered as he was ushered deeper into the establishment.

Meanwhile, Husk wasted no time to claim a mat in the corner, sprawled on his back while a slender demon masseur worked out the knots in his shoulders. He let out a low, satisfied purr, his usual gruff exterior softened. "You know," He murmured, "I don't hate this."

A sharp crack echoed through the air, drawing all eyes to Niffty, who had reappeared, now dressed in a miniature dominatrix outfit, complete with a tight leather corset and thigh high boots. She grinned maniacally, snapping a whip against the floor.

"I'm ready to punish some bad boys!" She squealed, her sharp toothed grin widening as she scanned the room like a predator.

Husk bolted upright, his pupils shrinking in horror. "Never mind! I-I'm out!" He scrambles to his feet so fast that he nearly tripped over himself, hastily retreating from the scene before Niffty could set her sights on him.

Charlie let out a startled yelp as a demon with snake like hair slithered up behind her, her hands kneading into her shoulders. "Oh! Okay! Hello! H-hi!" She stammered, trying to step away, only for more demons to press in closer, hands roaming in ways that made her squirm. "Mmph..um...hmph...nope!"