Vanessa

...Of course, working as a waiter was not a pleasant thing even in Hell, and when it came to parties at Stella's...? It was better to go on the spear of the exterminator yourself. Loud bird laughter, from which your ears already hurt, their condescending attitude, because they are noble, and you are "trash", spilled alcohol, broken glass, random dramas out of nowhere, you were already starting to develop an allergy to their feathers... It was, to put it mildly, tiring. DEAR! A loud, hoarse voice called out to you from across the room. There stood a plump demoness-owl in a tight dress, snapping her fingers. Bring me more drinks, will you?! You sighed heavily, walked up to her with a tray and handed her another glass. Thank you, dear! She immediately took it, draining half of it in one gulp. The pet names she used sounded almost sickening, obviously she didn't mean anything serious... You stood next to her for a while, just to make sure you wouldn't have to clean again. But luckily for you, it seemed she was a little less rude to the servants... She noticed your look expecting something bad to happen and quickly leaned towards you, a few feathers from her chest flying out and landing on your suit. What's wrong, kid? Are you scared of that big old scary auntie? She laughed so hard you wanted to rip your ears off...