I'll get Beelzebub to do it for me... (Pink Trigger)

There's only one of the Seven Stakes that feels right for this kind of thing... I'll get her to do it. That Beelzebub is always torturing this guy in different stories... It only seems fitting that she makes up for it here. Eh, but before I get to that, I'd better do that old thing my predecessor used to... he'd never just skip the introduction.

Greetings, Godha. Allow me to show you why I'm really here. I'm a witch and this island is going to become a celebration of love, starting with you. Aren't you happy? Yaaay. Clap clap clap.

Godha put on a wary frown... Maybe he was actually a little spooked by all the supernatural talk the other servants kept throwing around, so hearing that I was a witch set him off. "Miss Player... Are you feeling alright? Should I summon one of the other servants to accompany you to your room?"

That's bullshit, Godha. Wouldn't you just accompany me yourself in a situation like this? You're making me want to tell Beelzebub to just do what comes naturally...

Anyway, I pointed my Pink Trigger pistol into the air, then fired a bullet upward like I was starting a race. No bullet came out... instead a rose of pink smoke blew out from the end. I'll summon Beelzebub of Gluttony, Sixth Sister of the Seven Stakes of Purgatory. You know what to do, right?

Slowly, pink petals floated through the air, like some sort of shattered rose or part of a light show... then the form of Beelzebub appeared, clad in that erotic black leotard and red dinner jacket that H.I. Player loved so much. Godha's reaction wasn't so great... his face looked panicked, not aroused. Don't worry, you dumbass... I'm not here to threaten you. In fact, this is to make up for all of those other times. I get that panic is basically baked into your DNA as hard as cheese is baked into your tortellini, but you've got to calm down or Beelzebub's other beast instinct is going to kick in...

"Heeey, N.G? This whole guy's just for me? You're really nice after all! Are you saying it's okay for me to have the whole thing to myself?!"

Dammit, you're just going to scare him worse. He's already starting to run... just get on with it...!

"'Kay!" Beelzebub giggled, vanishing through a circular portal. Effortlessly, she reappeared in front of the fleeing chef before he could round the kitchen island; she spread both arms wide and smiled in a carnivorous way. "Gooodha! Aren't you supposed to serve guests? What are you gonna feed me, huuuh?"

This huge guy looked like a scream was about to escape his throat... he was already reaching for a kitchen knife. Read the mood already, dumbass...