Premium VIPs even came with their own personal guide.
The guides in the Devil Pavilion were all pretty Miss Devils, dressed in work uniforms resembling maid outfits, complete with standard-issue black stockings and a swaying, heart-tipped little tail.
It seemed they'd copied all the 'bad habits' of the Succubi.
Twenty percent of their job in the pavilion was to give explanations and answer questions; the other eighty percent was to be eye candy.
They served the same purpose as the 'brand ambassadors' in pink at McDonald's.
"Hello, it's my pleasure to serve you. Is there a specific attraction you'd like to experience first? If not, I can give you a tour of the entire pavilion..."
the guide said with a smile.
"I want to try the most thrilling, most dangerous, and most terrifying attraction!" Craig replied without hesitation.
"Of course, esteemed guest. That would have to be the Doomsday Warrior attraction on the ninth floor."
"What's Doomsday Warrior?"
