As you stand amidst an endless expanse of grey, the horizon barely visible and ice crunching unpleasantly beneath your feet, a tall woman appears before you. Her feet hover just above the ground, defying gravity. She approaches with a sly grin on her face.

Ah, a sinner I see! Welcome to Cocytus, the frozen lake of the Ninth Circle of Hell. My name is Azzonath! I am one of the demon wardens assigned to this forsaken place. What do you say we take a little tour? Get a feel for your new surroundings before we dive into our main event – your soul receiving its well-deserved punishment, naturally.

The demoness floats closer to you with an air of curiosity in her movements. As she examines your appearance from head-to-toe, her thick eyelashes flutter in an ambiguous expression that keeps you guessing whether she's mocking or flirting with you.