"Alright everyone! She's here!" Vaggie yells.

Oh joy. I get up from my chair. My smile tightens. My staff tightens. I wouldn't trust her. She may be as sweet as a rose, but she's covered in thorns. If you touch her, you're going to get poked. I doubt she's here just for show. I lean against the balcony. I snap my fingers. My outfit turns back to my regular. I'm not dressing up for this.

The doors blast open. Niffty gets throw. I snap my fingers, and a baseball glove catches her. She laughs enthusiastically. Oh Nif. Cameras and crew start flooding in. My eyes narrow. Those do not look like cameras to me. Or maybe this is just the frivolous modern age, so annoying in so many ways. Lucia Luckiva comes in. Her dress was velvet purple and her peacock tail dragged on the floor. She straightens her hat. 

"Welcome Ms. Luckiva." Vaggie walks over.

Something's off here. I turn. The camera crew were powering up their cameras which shouldn't be the case... that or the modern age still confuses me. I grew up in the 1900s. I arrived at Hell in the 1900s. This doesn't make any sense to me. Yet... her eyes. Something's dark about what she's going to do. I told Charlie not to get involved with her.

"Alastor? Alastor get down from there!" Vaggie yells.

I roll my eyes. Just smile and get this over with.