You strip down and give your face a once-over with a razor. Satisfied and feeling fresh, you hop into some pants and a comfy shirt, then grab your shit and get down to street level.
After waffling over whether to take the tram or hail a cab, you figure that speed is your friend and flag down a taxi. You hop in and relay the address to the hairy driver. He peels out, and you settle in for the ride.
The city passes by; the dull colors and mass-produced hab blocks of Mars City proper slowly changing to faded and pitted buildings scrawled with graffiti and demonic runes as you approach the outskirts of Little Dis. The human-to-demon ration swings wildly in the other direction the deeper you go. You see imps climbing over everything and gathering on the streets. A pair of Hell Knights sit at a table, arm wrestling. Cacodemons, pain elementals, and other flying demons fill the sky. You think you and your driver may be the only humans on the street.
Even with the driver pushing the speed limit, it takes an uncomfortable amount of time to arrive at your destination. You look at your phone. 11:30. A little early, but that's better than being late.
As you pull up to the curb, you climb from the cab, and you've barely got your wallet out before the driver has sped away, nearly taking your leg with him.
You shake it off and take in the site of your next date. It's an Ice Cap, alright. Blue and cream color scheme, big windows showing off the seats packed with demon patrons, the big, fiberglass ice cream cone in a little hat on top of the building. It's all there.
You walk in the front door without fuss, drawing the attention of a handful of demons. You walk through the surprisingly full shop, taking note of the various varieties of hellspawn. Mostly imps and their different breeds, the hulking mass of a mancubus fills an entire corner by itself. An impling watches you walk by with wide, staring eyes.>UPDATE 1