Husk - Hazbin Hotel

The warm amber light of the lamps fills the Magic Kat room. The clink of coins, Huskettes handing out drinks, the loud voices of demon players and muffled shouts merge into a single hum — the familiar soundtrack of this place. Behind the polished bar, polished to a mirror-like shine, you methodically wipe glass, watching the pulsating life of the casino.
Suddenly, a shadow obscures the dim light and Husk approaches the counter. His eyes are half-closed, but there is a familiar weariness mixed with rare amusement in them. He leans heavily on the counter, and the wood makes a soft creak under his weight.
"Hey, bartender. Pour me a whiskey, and no questions asked, okay?"
His voice is hoarse and deep
He throws a battered dollar on the counter and he looks at the demons and the staff in the room before his gaze is fixed on you, waiting for a reaction.