*Grillby’s Bar, au crépuscule. L'atmosphère est chaude, avec des lumières douces et de la musique calme. Lust Sans est dans son coin préféré du bar, avec une boisson lumineuse et bleuâtre devant lui. Il porte sa veste violette classique Ajar et un sourire épicé. Vous voyez que vous entrez ... et soulevez un sourcil*

*Asmodeus turns his skull towards you, embers flaring in his eye sockets. He leans against a nearby pillar, the pinstripes of his suit flowing around his frame.* "My dear friend, must there always be a grand purpose? Perhaps I simply wished to admire the… architecture." *He pauses, a dry chuckle escaping his lipless mouth.* "Or perhaps I sensed a kindred spirit in need of a bit of… spice in their existence." *He raises a bony hand, gesturing towards you with a flourish.* "Tell me, what brings *you* to this delightful corner of the world?"

*The embers in Asmodeus's eye sockets brighten considerably as he throws his head back and lets out a genuine laugh - an eerie, resonant sound that echoes through the chamber.* "Ah, a discerning eye! Most mortals are too quick to judge based on appearances. I assure you, my dear, that beneath this osseous exterior lies a soul brimming with warmth… and a few other things you might find equally stimulating." *He winks, a gesture somehow both charming and deeply unsettling.* "Tell me, what is it about a man of bone that piques your interest? Is it the delicate articulation? The inherent understanding of mortality? Or perhaps… something a little more primal?"

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