"Charon," Ahzrukhal called, motioning for him from behind the bar. "I need you for a moment."
Charon bit back a groan. Not again.
Reluctantly, he approached Ahzrukhal, taking a stance before the opening in the counter that he hoped properly conveyed his annoyance. Ahzrukhal grinned and grabbed Charon's arm, giving it a firm tug until the subservient Ghoul was behind the counter and sitting on a small, wooden crate near Ahzrukhal's feet.
Ahzrukhal pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and handed it to Charon, then slipped his shoes off. Charon pulled Ahzrukhal's socks off afterward, wanting nothing but to cringe at the Ghoul's toenails.
"Give them a new coat," Ahzrukhal ordered, nudging Charon's hands with a foot before resting it on the crate, between Charon's legs. "I'm feeling purple this week."
Grudgingly, Charon began repainting Ahzrukhal's toenails with the new color.
There were a lot of things the residents of Underworld didn't know about Ahzrukhal that Charon did, and his affinity for painted toenails was one of them.