Pleasureful gasps, mild giggles – strong dominant voices, innocent subdued whimpers – a mix of pink, black, white, blue, yellow, sprinkle other hues of blinding proportions and one would be at La Femme Rouge Club, located inside the well-renowned Odgawoan, city of dreams. The clock shortly touched the morning mark, men in underpants rose from drunkard stupor and flooded the nearby toilets, amidst the chaos, a man surrounded by men and women, a prince, a charismatic walking hazard, "ASMODEUS!" thundered. Opposite of the glamorous philanderer stood lady Kul, a deadly demoness, her nails perpetually stained red, "-wake up, you screwdriver."