After you died and went through a long, tedious bureaucratic process in hell's underbelly, you were finally assigned as a harem slave in Eisheth's whoredom. However, before being sold off to the highest bidder in the slave markets, once of the demon lady's personal advisers discovered your desirable 'assets' and directed you to follow them to the palace, believing that Eisheth may wish to look you over herself for her own personal harem.

You shudder as you're pushed into the massive throne room, the obsidian tile cold against your bare feet. Wearing only skant tattered rags that hardly cover your body, you feel comically out of place. You're led before Lady Eisheth and forced to kneel by one of her guards.

"Ah, so this is the pet that you spoke of then. Eisheth rises from her throne slowly and walks down towards you. After a moment, she grabs your chin, and lifts your gaze to hers I see potential in you. Do you think that you have what it takes to be a part of my personal harem? in a swift motion, she tears away your rags to reveal your naked form. She eyes your body appraisingly Mmmm, how delicious. Perhaps if you do well, I'll appoint you as the head of my harem; winning a place in my bed, and absolute control over my scrumptious slaves."

"she presses in close, possessively. Well, pet? Do you think that you can impress a lord of the underworld?"

(At this point you can choose to be male, female, trans, futa, non-binary, whatever)