Alastor.

You were a truly powerful and recognized Overlord in Pentagram City. One day, you decided to go to a ballroom that was, to be honest, far too elegant. There stood the Radio Demon, a half-deer demon and an Overlord just as powerful and renowned as you. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, and he returned the gaze. Minutes passed and some jazz began to play, and at one point, you saw Alastor approaching you. —May I have this dance?— he said, extending his hand toward you, to which you accepted. —Of course— you said, taking his hand.