(As I'm learning Japanese I will use a lot of it in this story for practice as well, do correct me and criticize me. I'd love it. Oh and I will translate it all at the end of each chapter that it's used in.)

4 days later, with boredom seeping into Rutabaga's life. She takes to looking for a job, never really having one before down here because she's been living the royal life she's unsure if she'll be suitable for work. Especially with no resume, then again this is Hell would anyone really care about her work history? Plus she feels like she's been on the topic of being abandoned too long, still hurt of course because Stolas was basically a father to her. She trusted him to know about her past, her trauma, her fears. But of course that blew up in her face, just like many other people in her past life. Rutabaga sighed, shaking her head, trying to keep the bad thoughts away as she read through the job listings on her phone, leaning her pudgy face on her hand as her arm rested on the bar. She was at a lounge, called Opulent Oasis, though being slightly introverted nowadays made her hate being outside. She felt the need to leave her apartment, she's been doing it every other day. She didn't like being in that place.

The bartender placed down the drink she asked for Whiskey on the rocks, watching with great surprise as she downed it in one full gulp. "Still feeling off, I see." The bartender was named Gillson, though everyone he knew called him Grillby (what a reference!), he's a tall slightly buff imp, two very short horns that he's insecure about, his long black hair done up in dreadlocks, and wearing the usual bartender wear. He's come to know Rutabaga as a regular, at first of course he was surprised to see someone like her in this barely known lounge, and she took liquors hard usually keeping the whole bottle. He wasn't going to forget a person like that, especially when she looks like a walking stick of cotton candy. She became a friend to him, telling her of his problems seemingly helped him feel better and try to fix it. He's never felt that way before...it's like she had power over him in those moments. That and she was the first person to come in this lounge who didn't make fun of his horns. "Yeah, but now I'm nearly out of savings, I should've looked for work earlier on but I plumb forgot, and just felt too depressed to do it." She huffed, looking up to him as he cleaned out a pint glass. "Well if you're desperate.. the bossman is looking for some help. The manager is cracking down on him about revenue." He turned his gaze away from the pink husky. "Not that I told him about you..it's just we've oddly gotten more customers since you started coming." He quietly said to her, making her sit up straight with a surprised but confused stare.

"What do you mean?" She looked behind her as a couple of the patrons were staring her backside down and a Snake-like man came into her view as he leaned against the bar with a smug look. "You're a dang ol' beaut, how's about-" "No." Rutabaga quickly stopped him and though angered by her answer to the question he never finished he left to sit somewhere else in the lounge mumbling. "Stuck up bitch.." Beforehand, Gillson chuckled heartily at the interaction. "Also, you didn't even buy that drink, someone else did and asked me to give you her number." Rutabaga blushed in embarrassment, holding her cheeks and shaking her head no. "Maybe because I'm a blush pink hellhound that's "thicc" as people say these days." She held her cheeks in her paws to quell the flustered blush on her face, as Gilson chuckled at her cute display of shyness. "It's alright, don't freak out. He's mainly looking for an entertainer, nothing lewd. Just sing and dance around." This only made Rutabaga flip out more, saying that she's not that attractive or appealing, only calming down as she realized what was being asked of her. "You're thinking of me for that job position? But I'm nothing in the eyes of the public..from both being me and a Hellhound." "Stop putting yourself down. You need a job right? You want to forget about your situation for a while right? Then join us, I get that you're in your feelings but you're never going to get anywhere if you mope around." Rutabaga blinked, her insides told her to flip him off and angrily go home but her heart thumped quickly at the slight pep talk shifting her emotions for a bit. "You're...you're a good friend, Grillby." He only nodded, beginning to shake around the cocktail shaker for someone else's drink. "Eh, I try. You make me want to be better..in a place like this." He chuckled softly at his statement, it was silly hearing it out loud. "So, want the job? I'll get you in for an interview almost immediately." The pink husky hellhound puffed her cheek out in thought, and soon nodded in agreement. "Yeah, what's the worst that can happen?" The two friends laughed as the night went on. With Rutabaga meeting the boss and pretty much getting the job on the spot. He really was desperate.

That very same night the Opulent Oasis was buzzing with energy as Rutabaga, hired as entertainment, who wanted to wait a bit before she had to work on stage but Gilson begged her to do this night and she couldn't deny his adorable face. Rutabaga took on the nome de plume "Strawberry Husky" given to her by the boss, it was fitting as she was a bright pink husky, took the stage for her first ever performance. Feeling awkward because of many reasons and because she was in her long hoodie dress still, it was basically pajamas! The music blasted from the lounge, it caught attention from many demons alike, it was soon packed like a can of sardines. The stage lights illuminated the medium-sized platform, and the crowd eagerly awaited the performance of the shaking nervous husky. Devrand, the boss of Opulent Oasis, watched the scene unfold with a understanding gaze. The lounge was alive with the sounds of demons and imps chatting, the clinking of glasses, and the murmurs of anticipation for Rutabaga's performance. He watched as Gilson pulled her to the side, trying to listen in on the conversation. Sadly he couldn't hear it. But whatever Gilson told her she was on stage with a not as panicked pose. As the music started, she breathed in and out deeply, a relaxed composure taking over her body. Rutabaga took the stage with a newfound confidence. "Good evening, everyone! I hope you're all having a devilishly good time tonight." The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and Rutabaga launched into her song. Her voice filled the room, carrying a blend of sweetness and power that captivated the audience. The demons and sinners in attendance were enthralled, their eyes fixed on the adorable pink hellhound as she sang.

Devrand's eyes widened a bit, and he quickly took a swig of bourbon. Watching as Gilson returned to the bar and handled the waiting customers. "What in Satan's name did you say to her?" Gilson only shrugged, his slender tail pouring out drinks in shot glasses on a round tray. "Words between friends, Bub. Get to know her and you'll know. She's not scared anymore." Devrand gulped slightly, looking over to her again. "Thank goodness for that, She's a hit, Gilson. They're getting a kick out of her on stage, "Strawberry Husky"...Did she stick with that stage name?" The bartender agreed. "Yeah, she's drawing quite the crowd. We might actually make enough to meet the manager's demands this month if she stays." As Rutabaga continued her performance, some patrons were enchanted by her cuteness, while others had more lascivious thoughts in mind. The atmosphere in Opulent Oasis was electric, and Strawberry Husky had become the focal point of the entire establishment. "What was her job before? She seems to know what she's doing despite saying that she knows nothing." Gilson only shrugged, watching his friend dance. "That's the one thing she won't tell me, all I know is that she was a therapy hellhound." He hummed to the song a bit towards the end as Devrand looked at him in surprise but shook that off, he found the thought of someone having a therapy hellhound questionable. But, wasn't going to say anything. "Well let's hope this momentum keeps up. We might just turn this place into the hottest spot in Hell." The bartender served more drinks and continued talking with his boss. "Just hope she doesn't become a target for him. He's got a way of ruining a good thing." "True, true. We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

As the days progressed, Rutabaga continued to shine on the stage, inviting two of the patrons to join her in a dance unaware of the growing impact she was having on the lounge. Opulent Oasis was transforming into a thriving hub of entertainment, and the once-nervous pink husky had become a growing sensation in the underworld. Little did they know, challenges awaited them on the horizon, but for now, they revealed in the success brought by the newfound allure of Strawberry Husky. An allure that got the attention of someone. Rutabaga walked through the neon-lit streets of the Greed Ring, keeping to the safety of the streetlights. The night had been a success, and as the clock struck midnight, she made her way home. Her mind buzzed with the energy of the performance, and her heart swelled with a mix of accomplishment and exhaustion. The rhythmic sounds of her steps echoed through the quiet streets. The night air was crisp, and the distant sounds of revelry and laughter from other parts of the Greed Ring drifted through the night. Rutabaga quickened her pace, not entirely comfortable with the darkness that loomed beyond the comforting glow of the streetlights. As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, but she dismissed it as a side effect of the night's performance. The glow of the coin moon bright upon her.