Jayavarman... an unlucky pick!

"Says here... Jayavarman." The Helltaker pointed to the name of the Grand Barays leader with one eyebrow raised. It was pretty clear he hadn't played enough of the game or studied enough world history to know who that was... in hindsight, it was lucky he hadn't run into a history buff throughout the course of wooing all those demons.

Malina felt her **** rising in her throat and narrowly avoided barfing into the Helltaker's pancake skillet. "I-I get a reroll on that one. Not him."

"Why, is he a weak character?"

"Yeah! That's it." Living up to her name as the Sour Demon, Malina took the twenty-sided dice and rolled for him this time, then grabbed the sheet and darted her eyes between it and the dice nervously. It had come up the same again! "Crap... Backing out of this now is going to ruin my whole game night!" The demon sweat bullets as she pictured the assignment before her...

Jayavarman VII, a little known leader in Civilization 6, with a focus on Buddhism and rivers. He could be an interesting character to play as... but to cosplay as?! The guy wore gold pants, a red waistcloth, some gold bangles, and a large collar with some religious significance that Malina wasn't nearly **** enough to ask Azazel about. That was it. Most notably... he didn't wear a shirt! She tried to imagine sitting next to the Helltaker all night, barely covering her sizable bosom with one arm while using the mouse and keyboard with her free hand... "Say... How much do you know about cosplay?" She slouched her shoulders and stuck her non-vodka hand in her pocket as her eye drifted between the floor and the Helltaker's face.

"A bit." The Helltaker cautiously chose the answer that would seem supportive of her hobby without being perverse...

"... How much do you know about Jayavarman?"

"Almost nothing." He went for the truthful answer.

For a moment, Malina saw a ray of hope. "Then-!"

"Then I'll read about him before our game night! no worries." The Helltaker smirked as he got back to flipping his pancakes, confident he'd chosen the right answer. Malina rubbed her palms from her forehead, down past her cheeks. By the time the cosplay game night came around, he was going to know that this civilization leader was pictured shirtless... and he might be looking forward to it! Could she really accept this result? She couldn't cancel her own game night... by this point, she wanted to play Civilization almost as badly as the guy had once wanted to build his own demon harem. Compared to all the suffering he'd gone through to obtain his dream, a little exposure was no big deal, right? Or... maybe he'd let her get away with wrapping her chest or something?

The Helltaker watched her leave with a frown, crossing his arms and shaking his head. It was pretty unlike him to get an answer so badly wrong that a girl skulked off with her shoulders drooping like Malina had... but then, that was also sort of the way she always looked.

The day passed quickly, too quickly... Malina hadn't done this "going outside" thing very much since she got out of hell and shopping proved more difficult than she thought...

Just what sort of Jayavarman would the Helltaker get at game night?