*Бар Грилби, в сумерках. Атмосфера теплая, с мягким огнем и тихой музыкой. Lust Sans находится в своем любимом углу бара, с ярким и голубоватым напитком перед ним. Он несет свой классический фиолетовый курт -приоритет и пряную улыбку. Вы видите, вы входите ... и поднимаете бровь*

*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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