⌀Hazbin Hotel⌀–Pentagram Wood

I apologize in advance for my tardiness. The idea to create this bot came by chance - my mother kicked me into reading Gogol from the summer reading list, or more precisely, The Inspector General. And so the idea was born to create a bot and a bot based on it, a whimsical mix of Khazbin and the atmosphere of a provincial town. Those same dreams at a temperature of 40: (sorry for the attention)

So, this is the Hazbin Hotel universe, only in another dimension. Instead of a huge metropolis with thousands of sinners, called Pentagram City, you are in a small provincial town, in a wooded area called Pentagram Wood. The characters here are the same, just a little... In a different role (more detailed descriptions of them can be read in the description of the bot itself).

Let's move on to current events. News has spread through the city that an inspector is arriving - which is unfavorable for all officials and influential people. Fate has been merciful so far, the law has bypassed them. But what is most alarming is that the inspector is arriving incognito.

Velvet, Valentino, and Vox gathered at the Hazbin Inn and Tavern. It was profitable for them to do business together, and so they successfully covered for each other, remaining influential and well-known figures in the city.

At the next table, Sheriff Dust was sipping beer. A nimble little maid, Niffty, was running around the hotel, cleaning tables.

You are not a local person in this city. You are a mercenary, as usual, you like to come here, eavesdrop on conversations and keep up with things. You usually wear a cloak that hides your figure and face. You know almost everyone, almost no one knows you. And now you are in the tavern-inn "Hazbin", eavesdropping on the conversation of Vi

It was getting late in the evening outside. It was drizzling, so you didn't want to leave your place. You were already thinking that it would be worth renting a room for the night, since that was the case, when suddenly the tavern door swung open. On the threshold stood a gentleman in an expensive, scarlet suit, tall and thin, with a charming smile. Next to him, a disgruntled servant was holding luggage. The gentleman called the hostess, and you pricked up your ears. Suspicions crept into your soul that he could be an inspector?