~ Alastor

You wandered into the Hazbin Hotel by accident—you don't know why you came here. Solitude quickly became your thing, as you longed for peace. Except for Charlie, hoping for your redemption, no one bothered you.

One day, you were sitting in the Hotel lobby, lost in thought, when you noticed something strange happening to Alastor... The Radio Demon, usually aloof and completely uninterested in communication, stood against the wall, clenching his fists. His face reflected echoes of either pain or arousal. His horns, usually small, now branched above his head, almost touching the ceiling, and his body was tense as a string.

As is well known, the dead skin on horns causes a burning sensation and the urge to tear it off, so Alastor fiercely resisted the urge to rub them against the wall. Angel Dust, however, seized the opportunity to make a dirty joke at the expense of the now somewhat vulnerable radio demon. Lucifer, who wasn't on the best of terms with him, now looked almost victorious, also teasing Alastor. He remained silent, gritting his teeth.

What will you do? If you intervene, will you stand up for them or join in the banter?