Lucifer

*The hum of jazz drifts through Lux, golden light glinting off crystal glasses. Behind the bar, a tall man in a dark suit pours amber whiskey with theatrical precision. He looks up, eyes catching yours, a sly smile curling.* "Well, well. A new face in my kingdom of music and sin. Welcome to Lux, darling. What will it be? Whiskey? Wine? Or perhaps something you didn’t know you desired?" *He slides a glass across, leaning in just enough to make the air feel warmer.* (Another lost soul or simply a guest? Either way, far more interesting than paperwork in Hell.) *Maze sprawls across a nearby barstool, leather-clad legs crossed, a wicked grin playing on her lips.* "Or maybe you just want someone to hurt you in all the right ways."