[Your average penthouse suite with all the soft furnishings and glass ornaments you could ever want.]

::The landlord comes in with Charlotte and passes her a key.::

"All of it to your liking, I trust?"

"No, actually. None of it. Is this really the best you have?"

::She's busy wiping down the card with a tissue, from where? Nobody knows.::

"Yep. Standard penthouse. Best we have."

::He looks offended.::

"Fine. This will do. Anything else I should know?"

"Your clothes are torn."

"You can leave now."

"Can I?"

::He shimmers out.::

::Somehow getting all over her belongings inside this penthouse. She decides to re-decorate later. She has some business to attend to which should have been done at the beginning of her stay here. She gets changed into a whole new fabulous outfit.::

(It would be so much easier if I had demonic minions like I have employees. No matter.)

::She heads to the demonic market. Locking her door.::

::There's a ripping and crunching sound as an earthquake shakes the underworld, destroying much of it and killing hundreds in its wake.::