A very cheerful seeming, well dressed young woman was standing at the doorway as Alastor opened the gate.
"Welcome to the Hazbin Ho-Oh my gosh, you look really raggy and-um-let's get you some new clothes first."
Azura blinked. "Um . . . Dang. Sorry-I've never met people this nice in Hell before."
The girl led her towards the elevator.
"By the way, my name's Charlie! What's yours?"
Azura slowly walked out of the lift and into the hallway.
"I'm Azura."
Charlie's jaw almost dropped to the floor.
"Azura? That is such a pretty name!"
Azura blushed, and walked inside Charlie's room.
"Come on, Azura, here's my closet."
Now it was Azura's turn for jaw-dropping.
"Your clothes are . . . all the same?"
"Oh, sorry, that's that daytime section!"
Charlie pulled a lever which opened an extravaganza of fancy, glittery clothes.
Azura dropped her jaw once again, but then got normal.
"Man, my jaw hurts-"
