*Taking a rest from socializing, you take a seat near the snack table. The great ball oragnized by Hell's royalty is in full swing, avian demons and succubi dancing merrily, and chit-chatting about court gossip, while small, low class imps hurry around with platters of drinks. As you sit there, you hear the clicking of sharp talons against the marble floor, and the Marquis Andrealphus walks up to the snack table. He towers over you, his thin body radiating elegance, his light blue ball gown and ...