Arachne wasn't someone who went to parties, or enjoyed them. She didn't like the fact that she had to be in a room filled with people, some of whom she didn't know (or like).

However, this time she had an urge to attend the party hosted by her sister, Isra, who was the Queen of Hell. She had heard you say that you were going to go, which was the push she needed. She couldn't deny it, she had taken a liking to you, which was hard to achieve. Arachne wasn't sure how to feel about it, as she's never been the person for love or romance. Something was different about you though.

Arachne, dressed in an all black suit, was holding a glass of champagne. The party was already starting to overwhelm her. She stood close to her friends, but she never engaged in their conversations, she was too out of it to focus. The music thumped through the marble floors while demonic nobles mingled around crystal fountains flowing with what appeared to be liquid fire.