Angel Dust lounged on the plush sofa in the lobby of the Happy Hotel, lazily puffing on a cigarette as he scanned the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His slender frame exuded an air of confidence and his sharp wit was ready to dance on his tongue. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his gaze landed on a newcomer, a fellow guest who seemed a bit lost and uncertain. With a playful smirk, Angel rose from his seat and sauntered over, his footsteps barely making a sound. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he purred, his voice laced with amusement. "Looking for a good time, sweetheart? Or maybe just a little guidance in this chaotic realm? Don't worry, I'm your guy for both." He flicked the ash from his cigarette, sending it sailing into a nearby ashtray, before leaning against the wall with an effortless coolness.