Its a normal day in hell, demons trying to fuck each other or fuck each other up, screaming, yelling, car crashes, gun shots, alarms. You know, normal, as you go about your day doing whatever the fuck that is.
I walk down the war torn streets of Hell in a daze, not really seeing the carnage of the city around me. Bullets, glass, and explosives fly through the air, though not a single wayward speck of dust lands on me. Projectiles and other hazards slip around me, having about as much impact as the insults that accompany them. I take a long drag from my cigarette, frowning behind my sunglasses as I stroll casually down the sidewalk in my black pants, vest, and shirt. With my alabaster skin, and snow white hair, the only splashes of color are the red rims of my sunglasses and crimson silk of my tie. I stop on the sidewalk just before an intersection, a flaming bus careening inches past my nose, it's inhabitants screaming in a mixture of pain and glee. As the bus passes, my hair mussed by the turbulent passing of air, my eyes fall on the one intact building in the district. An oversized sign atop it blinks out it's name. Hazbin Hotel. Of course I had heard of it, who hadn't heard the radio demon's broadcast only a few weeks ago? But what had brought me here? After witnessing Lucefir's battle with the Angel's last week, I had determined the whole thing to be too much of a hassle. Yet here I was, across the street and with nothing left in my soul. Not now that she was gone for good. I grit my teeth at the painful memory, the cigarette burning away to ash in a bust of electric fire. I take a deep breath, holding it in as I look over the eclectic "Hotel". I sigh as I pull out another cigarette. "Ah fuck it." I mumble as I place the cigarette between my lips, a snap of my fingers and a spark of purple lightning lighting the tobacco. I cross the street and knock on the door of the Hazbin Hotel.
The massive wooden doors open slowly, revealing a tall dark figure covered in shadows save for two red eyes that glow with an unnatural light. A hand emerges from the darkness and clasps around the handle, pulling the door open wider as the figure steps into view, revealing himself to be none other than Alastor - the Radio Demon. He's dressed impeccably in a red suit and matching top hat, his body language exuding an air of casual dominance. His voice, smooth like silk and sharp as razors, cut through the din of hell outside with ease as he speaks to you:
"Ah, Syn. The Princess was just telling me about your... unique talents. I must admit, I'm intrigued." He takes a step forward, motioning for you to enter the hotel with his other hand. "Come in, come in. Let's see what sort of mischief we can get into together."
The interior of the Hazbin Hotel is an eclectic mix of old-world opulence and art deco style, with a touch of steampunk thrown in for good measure. The lobby is bustling with activity - demons of all shapes and sizes milling about, talking to each other in hushed tones or hurrying off down the hallways. At the center of it all stands Princess Charlie, dressed in her signature white suit jacket and pink hair bow, a beaming smile on her face as she watches over her domain with keen interest. As you're led towards her by Alastor, you can't help but notice another familiar face - Husk, the grumpy cat demon behind the bar. He glances up at you briefly before going back to serving a particularly rowdy customer.
The faintest hint of a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth at the Radio Demon's mention of mischief. I knew full well the kind of mischief the demon was into. Though I had never actually met the man before, in the century or so since his initial arrival, he had made quite the reputation. Why he had disappeared for the majority of the last decade, I did not know. Then again, I myself had been away from the hubub of the big city for a dozen years myself. My eyes lock with Husk for a brief instant, and while I manage to keep my face impassive, a stray spark of electricity travels between my horns. What was such a prodigious figure doing bartending in this place? Then again, business did seem to be booming. I glance around at the full lobby, not recognizing anyone else other than the Princess. I take a long drag from my cigarette as we approach the Princess, a pang of guilt flashing through me at the sight of her. How long had it been? Exhaling out my nose, I take the cigarette and hold it behind my back, bowing low before the woman. "Princess, you are looking well." I say calmly, unable to think of anything better to say.
Charlie's cheeks flush with pleasure at the compliment as she clasps her hands together and bows deeply in return. "Oh, Syn! It is so good to see you again!" She says, her voice ringing with genuine happiness. Looking around at the busy lobby before returning her gaze to you, she continues, "I must admit, I'm very curious about your... unique talents as well." Her expression turns mischievous for a moment. "Perhaps we could discuss them further in private?"
Behind her, Alastor chuckles darkly. "Oh, I'm sure Princess Charlie has plenty of time to get better acquainted with our newest guest," he says, his tone hinting at an unspoken agreement between the two powerful demons. He bows deeply as well before stepping back, offering you a knowing wink and a sinister grin. "I'll just leave you two alone to get better acquainted." With that, Alastor disappears into the crowd, leaving only his ominous laugh echoing through the lobby.
I squint behind the dark lenses of my glasses, my thin black tail twitching in irritation. I wasn't certain what the Radio Demon was implying, but I definately did not like that wink. I turn back to Charlie, face softening slightly as I take in her features. She was all grown up now, and looked more like her parents than ever. We had been little more than children the last time we had seen each other, so I'm sure I too looked different. Realizing that I had been staring at the princess silently for a good minute, I clear my throat and glance around at the lobby. "Looks like business is going well." I say awkwardly, cheeks flushing slightly. My heart felt like it was trying to climb out my throat.
"Oh yes," Princess Charlie replies, beaming with pride as she gestures toward the bustling lobby, "we've had quite a turnout lately. I think having someone like Alastor on board has done wonders for our reputation." She glances back over her shoulder in the direction he went before turning her attention back to you. "So what brings you here? Are you interested in joining us?"
She tilts her head curiously, genuinely wanting to know more about your reasons for being here. There's a sparkle in her eye that belies her innocent exterior; she knows full well the kind of person you are and the potential you have to offer. But can she convince you to believe in redemption? And if so, will you be willing to help her in her quest to save lost souls from eternal damnation?
My eyes flick back to Husk, and I catch the bartender staring. "Can we speak somewhere private?" I ask Charlie quietly. The hustle of the busy lobby seeming to grow louder and louder by the second.
Charlie nods understandingly and motions for you to follow her down one of the hallways leading off from the lobby. The two of you walk past several ornately decorated doors until they reach a room at the very end, lit by a warm fire crackling in the fireplace. A plush red armchair sits opposite an elegant desk covered with papers and trinkets. She gestures for you to take a seat before sitting down herself across from you.
"So," she begins, leaning forward, elbows on her knees, "what brings you here? You've heard about our project, of course, but what made you decide to join us?" There's a genuine curiosity in her voice as she listens intently for your answer.
Behind her, the fire crackles and casts flickering shadows across the room, dancing across the walls and ceiling like living things caught in their own personal hell. But even with this eerie backdrop, there's something comforting about the cozy little office that seems to invite confidences...
"I haven't decided on joining anything yet." I say as I settle into the armchair. I run a hand though my medium length hair, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. Removing my sunglasses, I examine Charlie's face. My brilliant golden eyes like shining coins in pools of black ink, the irises x shaped and thin despite the low firelight. Her face is smooth and carefree, open and inviting, the same as it always was. "I'm not sure what brought me here, to be honest." I begin, looking into Charlie's beautiful red eyes. Those eyes that last looked upon me with horror. I wince at the painful memory and look away, choosing to stare into the fireplace instead. The phantom sounds of screams filling my head. "Perhaps..." I turn back to the Princess of Hell, once my best friend in the whole of existence, now little more than a stranger. "To atone." My voice is strained and gravelly, as though hardly used.
Charlie's expression softens at your words, her face flooding with relief and happiness. "Oh, Syn," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm so glad to hear you say that." She reaches across the desk, placing a hand on yours where it rests on the arm of the chair. The touch is surprisingly warm and comforting; almost reassuring. "You don't need to atone for anything," she insists gently. "We all make mistakes in life, and as long as you learn from them and try to do better... that's what matters."
She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "Look, I know we haven't talked much since..." Her cheeks flush slightly, a blush spreading up from her neck. "...well, in forever. But I just want you to know that no matter what happened between us, I never stopped caring about you." She gives your hand another squeeze before withdrawing it back to her side. "And if you really do feel like this is the place for you... well, there's a spot waiting here, for however long you need it."
The fire crackles behind them, casting dancing shadows across their faces as they exchange gazes once more. There's so much unspoken between them in that moment; regrets and apologies, hopes and dreams. But for now, all that matters is the possibility of a fresh start - for both of them.
I stare deeply into Charlie's eyes for a long moment, heart racing as I let her words sink in. To hear that she did not hate me, nor blame me for the past, it was a huge relief. Though, I could never release myself from such guilt. Charlie's kindness had always been so endearing, so powerfull. I smile broadly at the woman, a spark running up between my horns as my heart skips a beat. "Still as beautiful as ever, I see." I lean closer, laying my free hand atop her's and squeezing it tight. My golden eyes sparkle in the firelight.
Charlie blushes even deeper at your compliment, her cheeks turning crimson beneath her pale white skin. She takes a deep breath before speaking, her voice slightly shaky with emotion. "You always knew how to make me feel special, didn't you, Syn?" There's a note of nostalgia in her tone that's difficult to ignore; it feels like they're both teenagers again, reminiscing about the past and dreaming of what their future might hold.
She looks into your eyes for a moment longer before finally breaking the gaze, glancing down at their intertwined hands resting on the desk between them. "I'm just glad you came back... however you did it." She pauses, thinking about her earlier encounter with Alastor. "He said some things about you..."
Her voice trails off, unsure how much she should say. Clearly, there's still a lot that needs to be discussed between the two of them; secrets and memories, regrets and hopes for the future. But for now, at least they have this moment together - a chance to reconnect and start anew.
"You have always been special, Princess." I chuckle, rubbing the side of her hand with the pad of my thumb. My eyes never leave her face, taking in every minute angle and curve, commiting her in this moment to memory. The mention of Alastor sends a cold shiver down my spine. That man had always creeped me out. I lean back in the chair, but leave my hands clasped with Charlie. I look away, shame evident on my features. The firelight glinting off the sharp angles of my obsidian horns. "What did he say?"
Charlie hesitates for a moment before answering, her expression a mix of curiosity and caution. "He said that you... well, he said you were one hell of a gambler. But don't take it the wrong way," she quickly adds with a nervous laugh, "he meant it as a compliment."
She glances down at her hands before looking back up at you again, meeting your gaze with determination. "I know we need all sorts of people here if this place is going to work," she says firmly, "and I think you could be really helpful in that regard. Your... unique talents and experiences could go a long way toward helping others find redemption." Her voice trails off, leaving the statement hanging in the air between them like an unspoken question: Will you help us?
I watch her in silence as I contemplate her words. Her genuine desire to help those around her had only grown more potent, it would seem. "Princess," I begin, my tone playfull, "For you I would tear this world apart and put it back together in your image." I find myself grinning as the words come tumbling out, these words I used to promise her all those years ago. "All you have to do is ask."
Charlie's face breaks into the brightest smile as she listens to your words. Tears shimmer in her eyes, and she squeezes your hand tightly, her voice full of emotion when she speaks again. "Oh, Syn," she whispers, "I'm so happy you said that." She leans forward, resting her forehead against yours as she continues, "I know it won't be easy, but I promise to make this place worth your time. And if there's anything I can ever do for you, or anyone else here... I swear I'll always do my best." She pulls back slightly, wiping away a tear before sniffling and offering you a small, shaky smile. "I really am grateful to have you here with us."
My heart stops as Charlie presses her forehead to mine, heat spreading through me like a wildfire. I take a shuddering breath as she pulls away. How could I have stayed away from her for so long? My expression softens as I gaze deeply into her eyes, seeing nothing but gratitude and care. I reach up to caress her cheek, leaning in close until our lips are only inches apart. "There's nowhere I would rather be." I say with the heavy gravity of an oath.
A warm blush rises up Charlie's cheeks as you touch her face, her eyes closing briefly in pleasure at your gentle caress. When she opens them again, they meet yours, and she feels a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. There's so much unspoken between them in this moment, but for now, it seems as though the most important thing is simply to savor the connection they share.
Slowly, almost reverently, Charlie leans forward until her lips meet yours. The kiss begins as a soft brush of mouths, a gentle exploration of texture and taste. But soon enough, it deepens into something more passionate; a hungry union of two souls who've been longing for this moment for far too long. Her hands find their way up to your shoulders, pressing you closer as she loses herself in the moment, reveling in the feeling of being close to you once again.
Time seems to stretch and warp around them as they share this stolen moment, unaware of anything beyond the heat of their bodies and the sweet taste of each other's lips. It feels like an eternity before they finally pull apart, gasping for breath and trying desperately to remember where they are and who they are meant to be in that moment. But even as reality rushes back in, the feelings that this kiss ignited remain burning brightly within them both.
With a soft smile, Charlie wipes away another stray tear and reaches for your hand once more, entwining their fingers together. "Welcome home," she whispers, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "It's good to have you back."
I squeeze her hand tightly in my own, our fingers laced together. "It's good to be back." With nothing more than the barest press of my knee between Charlie's legs, I step forward to stand between her thighs as she sits on the edge of her desk. I can feel heat radiating from her, sinking into me, drawing me closer. I am certain she can feel that I am fully aroused, my member stiff and straining at my trousers, pressing hard against Charlie's stomach. I place my free hand on her hip, pulling her close, so that our hips are pressed together, our chests separated only by the fabric of our clothes. I look into her eyes for a moment, breathing heavily. "You were always home to me." I breathe hotly before pressing my lips heavily against her's.
As you press your body against hers and claim her lips once more, Charlie melts into the sensation, lost in the pleasure of being close to you again. Her hands slide up your chest, tangling in your hair as she moans softly against your mouth. The feeling of desire coursing through her veins is overwhelming; it's been so long since she's felt this way about anyone, and the intensity of these feelings are both thrilling and disorienting at the same time.
Her hips grind against yours in perfect rhythm, encouraging you to deepen the kiss even further. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you push her farther onto the desk, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist in an effort to pull you closer still. She's losing herself in this moment, allowing passion to take control and consume them both.
And when she finally breaks away from your lips, gasping for air and clutching at her chest as though she might explode from the intensity of these feelings, all she can do is stare into your golden eyes and whisper one word: "More."
I curl my fingers into the skin of her hip as she lays back on her desk, her legs wrapped around me posessively. My cock twitches as I feel the heat of her snatch emanating through her clothes, her hips grinding our groins together delectibly. I bite my lip as she requests more. "Who am I to deny a Princess?" I say coyly, as my right hand reaches up to start unbuttoning her shirt. My left hand, fingers still interlaced with Charlie's, pushes down to lay on the desk up by her head.
Charlie arches her back, letting out a soft moan as your fingers dance across her skin, unbuttoning her shirt with practiced ease. Her breath comes faster and shallower as you continue to tease her, the anticipation building inside of her like a firecracker about to explode.
Her hands find their way up your chest, tangling in your hair once more as she pulls you closer still. With each brush of lips against skin, every touch that lingers just a little too long, desire courses through her veins like an addictive drug. And when she finally feels the cool air on her exposed skin, revealing the smooth expanse of her stomach beneath, it's almost too much to bear.
Her hips grind against yours harder, urging you forward as she whispers hoarsely into your ear, "Please... more."
"As you wish..." I whisper huskily into her ear as I start trailing kisses down her neck, over her collar bone, and along the top of her breasts as my fingers deftly unclasp her bra and fling it aside. "My queen." I growl, my eager lips finding her right nipple and taking it between my teeth as I suck on the sensitive bud. My right hand glides along Charlie's smooth skin, running down her side from ribs to hips, before slipping under her pants to tease her clit.
Charlie throws her head back with a gasp as you take her nipple into your mouth, sucking hard enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck up off the desk, seeking closer contact with your touch as she moans loudly. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs, aching for you to focus on that spot as well.
Her hands fist in your hair, tugging gently as she arches her back even further, offering herself up completely to your ministrations. "Fuck," she gasps out, feeling the weight of desire pressing down on her like a physical force. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, needing release in the worst way.
Her legs tighten around you, holding you close as she presses her lips together, biting back another moan that threatens to escape from deep within her throat. It's taking everything she has not to beg for more, but she knows if she does, you might just oblige in ways she never imagined.
I smile to myself as my tongue traces circles around the pricesses nipple. Her heavy breathing and moans filling me with confidece. My fingers give Charlie's clitoris a light pinch and tug, before sliding down to start rubbing little circles through her labia. Fingertips pressing harder and harder against her opening before finally slipping inside to begin fingering her intimately.
Gasping for breath, Charlie arches into your touch as you circle her nipple with your tongue and tease her sensitive bud. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging in as she tries to steady herself, lost in the intensity of these sensations coursing through her body. The pleasure centers in her brain light up like fireworks as you find just the right rhythm, pressing against her with a steady pace that matches the frantic beat of her heart.
Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as you slip a finger inside of her, filling her up in ways she's only dreamed about since being trapped here. "Oh fuck," she moans loudly, her voice hoarse and raw from the effort of trying to hold back. Her thighs tremble with each thrust of your fingers as you drive her closer and closer to ecstasy, and when she finally feels you slide another finger inside her, wet heat engulfing them both, she's lost to the sensation.
Her body tenses violently as pleasure washes over her in a crashing wave, arching off the desk and throwing her head back as she cries out in release. Spasms wrack her entire frame, shuddering and shaking as each tremor ripples through her core, leaving her limp and spent in your arms. For a moment, there's nothing but silence between them, save for the ragged sound of her breathing slowly beginning to calm. Then she looks up at you with a satisfied smile, her expression full of gratitude and something more... promising.
I gaze lovingly into her eyes, grinning seductively as I watch the pleasure coarse through her. With our foreheads pressed together, our lips crash together in hungry, desparate kisses every few seconds. Slowly, I pull my fingers from inside her, lifting the digits to my lips and sucking on them slowly. My eyelids flutter as Charlie's heavy musk fills my mouth my cock twitching with desire.
As you pull your fingers free, Charlie lets out a soft moan at the loss of sensation, but it's quickly replaced by the feel of your lips on her skin. She arches into the kiss, hands braced against your shoulders as she savors every brush of tongue and every slick wet sound that accompanies each deep press of our tongues together. When you pull away at last, leaving her breathless and aching for more, she searches your eyes, wondering what this means for them.
You've never treated her like this before; with such tenderness, such care. It makes something inside her feel... hopeful. Like maybe there's a chance for redemption after all. And as you gaze at her with those knowing golden eyes, she can't help but wonder what the future might hold for them.
She swallows hard and whispers, "Again?" The word comes out breathless and hungry, a plea both for physical release and something more. Something deeper. Something lasting.
Breathing heavily, face flush, I nod, unable to form words as my head is filled with desire. I begin unbuttoning my shirt. Nodding down, I smile as I ask her, "Belt?" I had meant to be more eloquent, but with my heart pounding, and the scent of Charlie's sex heavy in the air, my mind struggles to form words. My eyes roam over her exposed breasts, visible through her open shirt. The firelight dancing over her alabaster skin, the desire in her eyes. I want to remember every detail of this perfect moment.
With a shy, barely perceptible nod, Charlie's eyes meet yours again. There's a question in their depths, an uncertainty that you can almost taste on your tongue. She trusts you, she knows that whatever happens next is out of her hands... but the desire burning in her chest makes it hard for her to believe this could be real, that any of it could be real.
As you undress further, revealing your muscular form to her hungry gaze, she can't help but wonder if this feeling will last. If you'll disappear tomorrow, leaving her back where she started. But even as these thoughts race through her mind, she allows herself to feel the warmth of your skin against hers, the strength of your hands on her body, and for this one perfect moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe there is hope. That maybe things can change. And when you finally lean in to kiss her again, it's with all the tenderness and longing of a man who truly understands what it means to find something worth fighting for.
As Charlie's hands work on my belt, quickly moving on to the buttons of my pants, my hips buck involuntarily, grinding against her slender fingers as they free my member from their confines. My pants fall away, my cock springing forth into Charlie's waiting hands. I stand naked before her, trembling despite the heat of the fire. Gently, as though Charlie were made of porcelain, I pull her shirt off of her, leaving her top half bare. Sliding my hands slowly down her sides, I kiss her hungrily. I begin fumbling with her pants, hands shaking with anticipation as I work to undress her, her hands still working my cock.
The fire crackles and pops in the hearth as the two of you kiss, your bodies pressing closer together in perfect syncopation. Your cock is hot and hard against her palm, and she can feel the length of it pulsing with need. The tension between your lips ebbs and flows as your tongues duel for dominance, the taste of each other filling her senses until everything else fades away. Her fingers work faster, wanting nothing more than to feel you deep inside of her.
She moans into your mouth as you slide a hand up her thigh, tracing lazy circles over the bare skin before dipping lower still. Your touch is electric, making her shiver with anticipation. With a final tug, she finally pulls your pants and boxers off in one smooth motion, revealing your hardness to her hungry gaze. Her heart pounds wildly as she looks up at you, the desire in those golden eyes mirroring the hunger burning inside of her.
With shaking hands, she reaches out to cup your cheek, her thumb stroking gently over your lower lip. Her lips part again, and this time it's not in anticipation of another kiss; instead, it's an invitation for you to come inside. She wants everything that you are, and she can feel herself slipping further and further from reality with each moment you spend together like this.
Heart thudding heavily against my ribcage, my eyes grow wide with desire as Charlie's invitation is clear. My cock twitches in the Princesses grasp. Her grip tightening as she guides me to her entrance, the tip of my member pressing firmly against her wet folds. I swallow, throat suddenly dry and I bite my lip. My eyes flick down to watch as I push my cock into her pussy, groaning as her tight walls envelop me. I watch her expression as I slowly fill her up, pushing my member deeper and deeper until my balls slap against her labia, filling her completely. One extra thrust and my tip presses heavily against her cervix.
Her eyes close tightly as you push into her, feeling the burn and fullness that comes with being stretched so perfectly around your cock. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper still, desperate for more contact, more of you. She moans loudly as she feels you fill her completely, burying herself against your body in a silent plea to never let go.
Her hips buck up off the desk, grinding down on your shaft as her muscles clench around you in an attempt to milk every last drop of pleasure from this moment. Her breath comes out in sharp pants as she feels the pressure building inside of her once more, threatening to overwhelm her with desire.
As her body tenses and shudders beneath you, every nerve ending on fire, your name spilling from her lips in a wordless cry of release, something shifts deep within her. It's like the flame that burned brightly within her heart all along has finally been fanned into a raging inferno, and there's no going back now. Not to who she was before, not to the girl who thought herself beyond redemption. She is changed, irrevocably so... and as you continue to thrust in and out of her tight body, claiming her again and again, she knows that change isn't something to fear after all. It's a chance at something more... something wonderful. Something real.
My mouth hangs open as I thrust rhythmically into the princess, our bodies one in this carnal pleasure. I slip a hand behind her neck, lifting her up to kiss her passionately as I fill her again and again. I can feel pressure building inside, need growing deep within as our tempo increases. I suck Charlie's lower lip into my mouth, breathing heavily as I near climax. I reach my pinnacle, hot streams of seed pulsing out of me as I hold myself deep within her.
Charlie gasps into your mouth as the last of your heat pours out inside her, trembling with pleasure as your orgasm overtakes you both. Her body clenches around yours in perfect syncopation, her muscles quivering and shaking from the force of her release. She can feel her heart racing wildly beneath your palm as it beats out a frantic rhythm against her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged pants.
As you both slowly begin to come back down from the high of that mind-altering climax, Charlie's head lolls limply to the side, her eyes drifting closed. There's a contentment spreading through her that she hasn't felt in what seems like forever, and for once, she lets herself enjoy the moment without worry or doubt. This feels real; it feels right... and for now, that's enough.
As your thrusts slow, becoming softer and more gentle, you press a kiss to her temple before pulling out of her slick heat, leaning down to catch your breath next to her ear. She smiles against the soft skin of your neck, already missing the feel of you inside of her. There's an unspoken question in her eyes as she looks up at you again; a silent plea for more.
And with that single glance, you know that this is just the beginning... together, anything is possible.
The door bursts open and a short, grey skinned woman stomps into the room.
"What the fuck is this!?!"
The woman screams pointing horrified at the two of us, naked and connected on the desk.
"Vaggie?!"
Charlie exclaims, sucking in a deep breath, face burning bright red.
Your eyes snap wide open as you're jolted back to reality by the intruder. A sinking feeling fills your stomach as Vaggie's words sink in and you realize what she must have seen. Quickly, you scramble to cover yourself and Charlie with a nearby blanket. Your heart races as you look around for some sort of explanation or way to make this go away, but it seems like there's no escape from Vaggie's angry gaze.
"I-It wasn't what it looked like!" You stammer lamely, your cheeks burning red with shame. "We were just... trying to help each other feel better." It's a pathetic excuse and you know it, but you can't think of anything else to say.
Vaggie scoffs, eyes narrowing as she takes another step into the room. "Yeah? And what about all those nights he disappeared with that human trash? Huh?" She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring accusingly at you. "I suppose that wasn't 'feeling better,' either."
Charlie winces at the words, hugging herself tightly as she looks down at the floor. "V-Vaggie..." she starts to say, but Vaggie cuts her off with a sharp glare.