As they moved, partygoers moved aside. But some of the Goetia were sneering. A few months with his Sinner-loving daughter, and the King snatches up the worst one for his own, is it? What's the angle?

The band drew back, alarmed from the presence. They jumped from the appearance of the poppets. For a few bars, it was just these newcomers that began their tune, filling the tense silence with something different.

It was the more nervous band members, ironically, that joined in. Perhaps it was because they feared retaliation. But soon, the music started back up again, a whole new flavor. Little imps holding trays, swiftly circling to avoid being underfoot, helped keep the drinks flowing again.

"No bubbly for me," Lucifer murmured to one, who canted her head before she turned to offer to the... um... paramour?