It was a nice choice of hotel, that was for sure. Everything there was perfect, and would make for a great surface to fuck on, which was probably Scanty's entire idea. He knew visiting a demon was a risky endeavor for a mere human, and he's fully aware that some demons use sex to steal the souls of mortals who give in to their seduction, much like other demons appeal to pride, greed, or hatred of others to accomplish that same goal. It was one of the oldest tricks in the Faustian book, and Red X knew that he could very easily be falling for it right now, if he wasn't getting the vibe that Scanty was a different kind of demon entirely.

He dropped in through the ceiling, just as a hole that formed began closing immediately through physics-defying X-splitters. And sure enough, there she was, just across the room, sipping wine.

"Wine?" he asked, amused, getting to his feet, his cape falling around his shoulders. "Thought you'd want something else, first. If you know what I mean."