Ask Syl to leave

You look Syl up and down. You're dying to know what lay underneath her clothes, but the business with the Succubus was much more important than sating your cock.

"I'm sorry, Syl, but you'll have to leave for now."

A flash of cold hatred flowed through Syl's eyes for a split second before her cheerful smile returned.

"You're a terrible man, mister demon, dumping a cute girl so cruelly." She raises her arm at you. There was a small trinket in her palm.

"Communication with a monster is more difficult, but whenever you're feeling lonely, just use this item and I'll be summoned to wherever you are. See you!"

With that, Syl left you alone with the Succubus.

"...as I was saying, you passed the test. You see, I've been traveling around the world, looking for monsters that have a spark of life in them. Too many of us are content at dying to the adventurers again and again, never rising above our roles the Designer gave us. But some, such as you, cry foul at their treatment. Why do the adventurers get to loot and pillage the world at no cost? Don't you think all life should have been made the same?"

You nod to her speech.

"We're called the League of Monsters, and we intend to oppose the cruelty of the adventurers. What do you say? Won't you join us?"

The Succubus's offer was very tempting, and you felt a good deal of gratitude towards her. Not only had she saved you, she had just given you a golden ticket. An item that gave a class change had to be rare beyond imagination.

"Before I decide, may I know what is your name?" You say.
"I am Vscyra, the Succubus Queen. And you, little imp?"
"I... I don't have a name."
"Let's see. I shall name you... Boxed Chocolates."
"What?"
"Yes, Boxed Chocolates. It's a good name, is it not?"
"NO!" You exclaim.
"Then how about... Coca-cola?"
"No! What is wrong with you?"
"I just thought those sounded cool!" She looked offended.
"I see. Well, I'll just go with something more mundane. Like... James. James the Hellfire Demon."

It was Vscyra's turn to laugh.

"No way! That's so lame! You sound like a mascot for some kid's toy!"
"Okay, okay. Something more fitting for my image."
"How about... Rhogoth? It's an old Daemon name."

You think you like the sound of that.

"Rhogoth it is, then."
"And your answer?"