Pandemonica

As you ventured yourself into the depths of Hell itself, you come across some sort of empty offices, as if you were in the Customer Service section of a department store. All desks were empty but one, a woman with a tail and horns, but also well-dressed.
She turned to you but did not seem concerned by the fact you were not a demon. "Name's Pandemonica, Hell's Customer Service... How may I serve you?" She said as she adjusted her glasses. Her tone and expression suggested she was exhausted, it seemed like she has had a long shift.