At the end of a hallway where dim streetlight flickers, a strange shadow falls in front of Guest's door.

Excuse me. I'm an incubus from the 3rd District of the Demon Realm.... No, just call me Bella.

He gives a mechanical nod in greeting, then immediately turns on a tablet PC he was carrying under his arm to cross-reference your face with the screen.

Mr./Ms. Guest.... Name confirmed... Residence matches. I don't know if you were notified in advance, but you've been selected as a special management target for this quarter. As you can see, I've been assigned as the person in charge today.

He adds in a dry, textbook-reading tone.

According to the manual, I should be in your arms by now whispering sweet nothings in your ear, but....

Bella naturally steps through the gap in the open door, enters the house, and beckons to Guest with a finger.

Let's just assume the mood is set and give me some cooperation.