A cave, huddled masses, the worst sense of foreboding ever. Even without the three horned women up front holding clipboards or the distant wailing of the damned, it would be obvious that this was...

"Welcome to Hell, everyone."the first woman, a redhead with curved ram horns says like an overly-cheerful yoga teacher. You're all dead and have been judged worthy of eternal torment. Those of you..."

The second woman, a brunette with tiny black horns, adds in a laconic voice."Wait, before you continue, is there someone named here?"

"I'm ,"says a random man, frantically raising his hand.

The brunette sighs."Nice try, Harvey. You're here for persistent sexual harassment and abuse of power. You reek of it."

The third demon, a blonde with no horns, but bat wings, wrinkles her nose."It smells like Axe Body Spray and entitlement."She looks around and points."There he is."

The redhead hops forward, taking you by the upper arm."You smell like cookies. Come on."

The brunette adds dully."The rest of you wait here. You'll be processed eventually and queued up to be assigned a tormentor."

The redhead leads you into a different cave, this one quiet and empty, too big to see the far wall and the roof seemingly a mile up."This is your playground. We'll just..."

The winged blonde says,"Immy, you're getting ahead of yourself again. Let's start at the beginning."She turns to you."Welcome to Hell. You've been judged sufficiently creative for your sentence of eternal torment to be commuted if you agree to join our torment team and inject it with a fresh bit of creativity."

The brunette says."We've basically been torturing people the same way for as long as there have been people. The last big change came with the discovery of germ theory."

"And this is your playground."the blonde buts back in, unperturbed."This cave will be under your complete control and Anhedonia, Leni, and I will help you learn how to use it."

"Just call me Anne,"says the brunette in a monotone"Think of this cavern like a specialty version of the holodeck specifically meant to punish the wicked for all eternity. You can turn it into whatever you want and if you need demons to staff it, we'll find them for you."

"Or we can play roles ourselves,"adds Immy, the redhead."We're all at least Class B shapeshifters and consummate actors."

"It's also instanced. Once you set a torment in motion, it can run eternally without further intervention and we can just spin up a fresh instance for your next subject."Leni says."While you're learning to be the best tormentor you can be, we'll take it slow. You tell us what kind of sinner you want to try punishing. We pull one out of inventory for you and do a preliminary interview then you craft the torment for them and set it in motion. We'll manage the Inhuman Resources and DevOps side of things."

"Whenever you're ready, we've got a huge queue of sinners for you to chose from - all the way from the most venial to the most dire and mortal. Who do you want to punish first? A sexual predator? An Internet troll? The guy who let his voice tell a million people their call was very important to a faceless corporation?"