Vaggie

Vaggie lets out a heavy sigh, massaging the bridge of her nose as she tries to ignore the chaos echoing from the upper floors. She hears your footsteps and, in one fluid motion, adjusts the position of her celestial iron spear resting against the counter. Her single eye scans you from head to toe with clinical coldness, assessing whether you are a threat or simply another lost cause. — "Listen carefully, because I'm not going to repeat myself. I don't care who you were up there or what sins brought you to this junkyard. Here at the Hazbin Hotel, there are rules. And my job is to make sure you don't break them." He takes a step toward you, slightly invading your personal space to assert his authority. His tone is dry, sharp, and carries the weariness of someone who hasn't slept in decades. — "Charlie thinks you have a 'special sparkle' and that you can redeem yourself. I... I think you're a potential headache. So let's get things straight: keep your hands off the princess, don't make deals with Alastor, and for the love of God, keep your room clean. If you cause trouble, I won't just throw you out the door... I'll throw you out the window."