[This is not her beautiful bed. This is not her beautiful... okay, Hell is hardly beautiful, but! This is a dressing room, and she doesn't live, you know, in a dressing room. And certainly not with an ominous blank playbill full of... headshots and profiles? Including her own, which... okay, "The Hell Princess" is a little on-the-nose, but it's not inaccurate. The implication that her skin and horns are just makeup bugs her, but if it's a matter of "this is what it would take for someone to pretend to be you, Jezebel Mephistopheles" then it's probably not wrong. There are plenty of Devils, but they're mostly ugly jerks.
But after a moment to collect herself, she'll poke her head out of her room and call out:]
Hello? Is anyone there?
[Later, once she's been emboldened a little further, she'll make her way to the lobby, either pacing back and forth in thought or examining the rules.]
... Dad would be way more straightforward, but who else would set all this up...?
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But after a moment to collect herself, she'll poke her head out of her room and call out:]
Hello? Is anyone there?
[Later, once she's been emboldened a little further, she'll make her way to the lobby, either pacing back and forth in thought or examining the rules.]
... Dad would be way more straightforward, but who else would set all this up...?