Food Porn: the Lust/Gluttony Mixer

[grointothebust]

King Asmodeus and Queen Beelzebub have been secretly working on a collaborative effort, a party combining their respective Sins in a way to entice each other's audiences. Could it divide their gains? Sure, but it would be fun, and that's what really counted. It's something different, so why not see what they can do with it?

The plan was simple: a surprise block party of sorts hosted on Sloth. Why Sloth? It's the right place for any and all food comas and that ought to be enough of a fee for Bel. If not...there's time to pack up and skedaddle. Bee and Ozzie can be quick on their feet when they wanna be.

The most important part? The food. Simple indulgences are best and who doesn't love a little street food? Sidewalk vendors, food trucks, a good time to generate some business, especially for the Sins arranging it all. So many things are deep fried or greasy or jaw dropping that it only made sense to aim for foods you'd share on Sinstagram. And speaking of sharing, quite a few items are designed to be shared with others, whether it's big desserts or whole fresh pizzas...the choice let's people be gluttonous, lustful or both. It generates its own buzz, meaning one less thing for the two hosts to do themselves.

Which worked out nicely, because what's a Sin party without a concert? With one or two hired performances and a DJ to keep the beat going between songs from both Ozzie and Bee, including a duet starring the two! Even just planning the event was enough to get the mischievous pair excited, a joy that snowballed until the big night, where word got around and crowds gathered to take part in something new, something exciting, something to indulge on together.

Dig in and eat out, party goers.

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DUET

[makethathoney]

[It's not very often that Bee gets to whip out her more sexual dance moves or euphamism-laden songs! She is LIVING for getting lost in the sauce with Asmodeus, and giving everyone one HELL of a show!]

[mansbestend]

Having followed them both on social media, it wasn't long before he knew of a party going on in Sloth. That was perfect!! He could go pick up Poppy and today was gonna be a fuckin' party day! ...Especially after everything they went through with that fucking palace...

Goro Akechi had no choice, however. Sourface needed a break. He needed all the breaks.

He'd only recently become acquainted with food trucks, too. He loved them. Rubbing his paws together, Denji had selected a little bit of everything to taste and see what he liked best. What was falafel? What was an enchilada? What was a fried oreo???

Denji and his cast-iron stomach was ready to TRY IT ALL!

When he wasn't investigating the next truck line for something to try or twirling his smol queen in a dance number, he was absolutely available for a chit-chat.

[poppypapillon]

"Ooh, ooh!! We've gotta try this one!!" Poppy piped up from another truck nearby, bouncing in excitement - the smell of food everywhere was already amazing, but right now she was eagerly hopping next to a stall selling currywurst.

Poppy was enjoying a night out, wearing a cute dress that hugged her curves - she figured if she was gonna go to this "#sluttony" event, she might as well dress the part!

[hadal_predator]

Queen Bee? A doll. King Asmodeus? His idol. Both of them throwing a party in the lowest Ring? Nephew was in.

He was so in, in fact, that he was laid out comfortably in the grass first, observing the goings on before he just couldn't let himself sit idle. Not when there was dancing to be had during a dirty dance number.

Whether you were meeting him for the first time or an 'old friend', Nephew had zero issue grabbing a hand and pulling you in close if you strayed near where everyone was dancing. He'd maybe had a little bit to drink and was feeling a little lonesome.

Orrrr... You were being a wallflower, perhaps. In either case... hello~

[helluvaboss]

His kids are here somewhere, he saw it on their social media... hmmmmmmmmmm... he's gotta keep an eye out on them, Denji and Goro are sensitive, after all!! Sneaking around like a skink, Blitzø is trying to track down his fuzzy, feathery boys.

--And theeeen someone was being kinda smooth, yanking him from a dense crowd. Ey.

He's never seen this shark kid in his life. "Huh."

[herewardbound]

'Wallflower' was perhaps understating it. This was so far from his scene that it wasn't even the right script.

And Denji had, predictably, thrown him to the sharks and then fucked off to go party with his girlfriend. Which left him with...

He looked down. Renée was eyeing a bottle of Beelzejuice with an expression that could be charitably described as 'dubious'. Why was she here? Morbid curiosity, apparently. She did, at least, seem to be enjoying herself- if only because she'd apparently not had food before, and there was so much of it on offer.

Really, he was about five minutes from calling it a night and just leaving on his own-

And then a hand had seized his, and he was face to face with someone familiar.

"Ah. Hello."

[grointothebust]

"Nephew~"

A familiar voice singsonged while sliding across the dance floor to close the distance between himself and the shark.

"Sparkling jewel of the Little Red Box. You havin' fun, cutie?"

[lonelysmiles]

Alastor had been giving Sloth a shot, choosing to keep a low profile by keeping to the shadows. Even though it wasn't his favorite outfit, the slacks-and-hoodie combo seemed to make him largely invisible to most demons who were looking for his signature coat and suit.

The sudden music and enticing scents had lured him to the block party. It was certainly interesting even if the music wasn't to his liking.

He didn't creep about but he certainly kept to the edges, not wanting to draw too much attention and ruin the party. However, he couldn't resist seeing it all.

[poppypapillon]

What's the most likely place to run into someone like Alastor? In line at one of the food trucks, of course! Poppy's with Denji, tilting her head at the redhead in front of her. He smells... different? What's that scent, somehow it doesn't fit for this area, but she can't place it...

[inkwell_books]

Ruth ran a classy joint, true, but sometimes you just wanted to party. King Ozzie threw some good ones (though the closest she'd ever gotten to attending one was slinging drinks behind the bar while everyone else got wasted) and Ethan was always going on and on about how awesome Queen Bee's Hive Dives were.

One of the best parts of running your own business was setting your own hours. When it became obvious nobody was going to be stopping in for drinks in the Private Collection, the Inkwell was completely closed down for the night. Ethan was probably around here somewhere with his partners, but honestly Ruth just wanted to enjoy the night for herself.

Anyone who knew Ruth as the professional bartender of the Private Collection might have a bit of a start. It was a good thing her incubus father had an eye for fashion because the large wings he and Ruth shared made it a nightmare to find fashionable clothes that accommodated the appendages. She currently wore a backless black-sequined dress with a skirt that barely passed mid-thigh. She wore a set of black bangles on her left ankle, right wrist, and near the barb of her tail, the bangles just loose enough to lightly jangle when she moved.

Party time.

[makethathoney]

"Ooh, what cute wings," Bee chimed in from behind Ruth. It was usually pretty hard for her to do a proper jumpscare and sneak on someone, especially with a crowd of loving fans - but she zips around quickly and the absolute banger that Verosika is belting out completely drowned out her buzzing wings. In the sin's hands are several different cocktails, all magically oversized, and Bee herself looks a little... drunk? Probably?

Probably, given that she smiles a little mischievously as she runs a finger down Ruth's wing. "So pretty, they look soooo good on you and the bangles? SO cute."

[butterflyaffect]

It hadn't taken long for Goro to find one of his confidants- by accident, apparently- and she didn't want to stay around for that.

Which... meant that she was alone.

It was impossible, really, not to draw at least a little attention. She looked Different, after all, and she'd already broken the fingers of one incubus who'd gotten handsy without asking. Funnily enough, she was allowed to enjoy the festivities unmolested after that.

There were many questions occupying her mind which begged to be answered. For instance-

"What is a taco?"

The hellhound in the window blinked. "Uh. It's a taco. Dude, how do you not know what a taco is."

Renée blinked. "I don't understand the question."

"... It's a taco."

"Very well. If you won't tell me, then I'll have to see for myself. One taco, please."

There was some confusion over price- but she hadn't paid attention to the numbers. What was the point? She didn't care about the money.

As it turned out, a 'taco' was grilled meat, pickled red onions, and something called 'rooster beak'. Which wasn't rooster beak at all, but rather tomatoes, peppers, onions, and... some sort of herb, finely chopped. Why was it called 'rooster beak'? She didn't know. It had to be some sort of idiom she just wasn't understanding.

[inkwell_books]

And, lo, here was someone Renee probably never expected to meet: a truly neutral party in all the drama.

And what a way to meet: Ruth slamming her very solid hoof into the foot of a hellhound looking to grab at parts of the blue imp when she was clearly distracted. The hellhound howled and hopped on one foot as Ruth released the offending "lady".

"Back off, Fido. If you want a feel, you ask first and risk getting shot down like a real demon." Ruth rolled her eyes as her wings fluttered, the offending hellhound slinking off. "Might want to pay a little more attention if you lost your friends. Creeps come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes."

[grointothebust]

Asmodeus, the big man himself, was real easy to spot. Playing host meant making sure guests were having fun and things were running smoothly. The street food aesthetic was a big success, with smaller vendors getting some major recognition thanks to #sluttony trending and letting the party advertise itself. Ooh, they couldn't have planned this better! Why can't all their parties be so self-sufficient?

Something for future Ozzie to consider. Present Ozzie's having a great time dancing with a few people, shaking his money maker and picking a few lucky people to be his partner. And some of the luckier ones...they had the rooster approach with their favorite drink. Smoothies? Milkshakes of a particular flavor? Sugar-free, for the diabetics? How did he possibly know?

He has his ways.

And the drinks they sell are big. Meant to be shared with two people, even if one of them's Ozzie. Share a drink and make some eye contact until their cheeks burn red.

[helluvabitch]

What's a party without some drugs?

At least, that's the theory. But Barbie's struggling with this shitshow - people are fucking like crazy all over the place and the food stalls keep bitching at her for flipping pills to customers.

Eventually she's parked at a metal picnic table, but she's looking SOUR, sipping at a milkshake in defeat. She's too pissed off to move merch and she is just NOT fucking interested in sucking and fucking.

[herewardbound]

At the very least, the evening hadn't been a total loss. The crowd was an annoyance- but certain people in it were worth the price of admission.

The tables were an area of relative quiet. Somewhere he could sit and have a drink and... breathe.

Only... he wasn't the only one who'd had that thought, apparently. There was a familiar face, here.

So he paused. "I'm not going to ask if you're alright, because you clearly aren't. So instead I'll move on to the next question; would you like someone to vent at, or would you prefer being alone?"

[makethathoney]

WOOOO! When Bee's not on stage, she's enjoying herself on a cute little grassy hill, surrounded by fans she's constantly distracting with booze and food. Boys drooling over her especially get their food supersized and shoved in their maws, and shoved away - girls are a little more gently shooed back. She has her favorite boy, after all, and tonight he's not here yet!

Maybe a little time with a friend will be nice, though!

[strawberryredgrave]

The man who approaches definitely isn't Bee's favorite boy, but he has been hired for some extra entertainment! Bee's seen him work and Ozzie likes him, so bringing Dante on board was a sound decision. The dragon offers a smirk along with an update.

"Hey, queen." He greets. "Finally got everything for the caramel apple routine; should be ready to go in about twenty minutes."

[vacaytobonetown]

Please. Who was Verosika Mayday to avoid the opportunity to add to the #sluttony (oh she needed to find who coined that shit and take it for herself, maybe merch it up a little) than with her own little touch of magic?

Sure, denizens of Hell were for the most part extremely resistant to succubi magic, but that didn't mean she couldn't grease the poles a little and encourage a little extra face-sucking and loosen up a few flies.

She had her set, so it was time to have a teeny-weeny little mingle. ...On her terms, of course. She could get pictures if folks asked nicely and she felt like it. Otherwise, she would pull from her handy flask and enjoy the vibes.

[makethathoney]

"Verosikaaaaa oh my GOD, you SLEW, girl!" Bee was eager to buzz up once the succubus left stage, smelling strongly of booze and nachos, herself. She practically draped herself on the woman's shoulders in a hug, before letting go to wiggle in excitement.

"You got the crowd SO fired up, MM, so sultry and silky like caramel on the tongue!"

[herewardbound]

Ah. Yes. His order was up.

... And there was a woman between him and the truck window, with no easy means of moving around.

Aaand she was on her phone.

"Excuse me."

[lonelysmiles]

Sometimes even pop stars would find themselves in the middle of a crush of people, getting jostled about in the busy throng.

A pair of claws caught her by the shoulders, keeping her upright as one very green-looking hellhound shoved Verosika and everyone else out of his way as he raced to the facilities.

"Rather rude fellow, wasn't he?" Alastor dryly commented, the Transatlantic accent he'd been focusing on suppressing to prevent a panic slipping out for a moment. He looked down at the succubus he'd caught, reasserting his natural accent. "You all right dere, sha?"

[strawberryredgrave]

The dragon Bee mentioned was easy to find. Not many Sinners down here in Sloth, and this one had more than a few mysteries surrounding him, but it had to mean something if he got a Sin's approval. More than that, he got a time slot on the stage, and eyes were quickly drawn to the draconic figure posed on stage. Smoke filled the air and a new song began to play, marking the beginning of his evocative dance. Shirtless, naturally, and he knew his way around a pole. Dante had to squeeze in his Flashdance reference, with the pull of a rope showering chopped peanuts onto caramel stained scales. Was it silly? Absolutely. And he could work with a messy cleanup if people had a good time.

He's easy to approach after the performance, with lingering laughs and applause for him as he walks off stage. Cleaning himself up had to start while the caramel was still warm, and a few wet towels were prepared with that in mind. Wiping his face nearly has him walking into the succubus, but quick reflexes help prevent that.

"Whoa. Sorry about that." He speaks up. "Peanuts. Who knew they could get everywhere?"

[jizzarolli]

Everyone's favorite "sellout jester" was as subtle as an elephant's erection. Even when he thought he was so cleverly on the down low. So one could imagine the extent the clown would go when he wanted to be seen. Rolling up to the block party, Fizzarolli was abuzz with excitement with a slight tinge of anxiety mixed in as he peered out the tinted windows. There wasn't much of a need to travel between the other Rings, besides making appearances to peddle whatever new piece of crap product Mammon forced him to advertise. But that was a thing of the recent past. This little trip to Gluttony wasn't for that over bloated sack of shit. This was for him.

The limo pulled to a stop at the end of the road where the party guests entered the main avenue. Showtime! The side doors opened with an explosion of white jizz confetti as music thrummed over loudspeakers. Emerging from inside the little imp paused at the top of a miniature staircase with a crooked grin. Brandishing a microphone in one hand, his signature raspy laughter crackled over top of the musical hum.

"What's up all you dirty little sluts and gluts? How is everyone feelin' tonight? Hope all you thirsty bitches saved room for dessert cause the one and only Fizzarolli is here to wet your appetite~"

Another eruption of streamers whitened the sky in time with Fizzarolli raising his arms up into the air. Letting the scene soak in a moment he held his position before he descended the stairs to join the festivities.

[lonelysmiles]

Alastor was definitely not where he was supposed to be. The ring on his finger that allowed him passage between the Rings made sure of that. However, being openly himself in the crowd was the fastest way to turn everything into a ghost town.

And Lucifer had warned him not to make too many waves.

However, Alastor had to pause and appreciate the jester's entrance. Not to his tastes with the streamers being obvious allusions to ejaculation (the phallic-shaped confetti launchers helped get that across), but he could appreciate it when an entertainer went all-out to make an entrance for their audience.

Alastor adjusted the hood of his hoodie to ensure his most obvious and recognizeable features remained hidden. He'd discarded his typical tailcoat and collared shirt for an oversized red hoodie to go with black slacks and his typical shoes. (Everyone was usually so focused on his teeth that they never noticed his shoes.) All the noise of the block party obscured the sound of his ambient static and he'd pulled out his natural heavy Southern accent to further sell the "I am not the Radio Demon" motif.