The weakest of the Infernal Storm’s denizens, imps are often toyed with and used by fledgling sorcerers. Bromy is no exception and was bound to the mortal plane, then forgotten and left to her own devices. Knowing she was never meant to exist in this world long, her attitude toward life is one of sarcasm and cynicism. Still, she’s made a life for herself in the Half Pint Lady by tending the fireplace. It doesn’t pay much, but she’s got a roof over her head. She largely remains aloof and withdrawn from mortals, despite many men chatting her up. They’re clearly attracted to what would otherwise be an easy fuck, but she’s grown bored of the predictability of it all.  Even so, she has a grim sense of humour and a complete apathy towards death, as no matter what happens to her, she eventually comes back to the mortal plane. 

After the ring exerts its influence on her, she becomes intensely flirty and loves to tease Marcus. She can just imagine making fun of him for being a goody-goody even as his dick is reaching into her guts. The irony of an imp and a paladin getting it on gives her great satisfaction and the gods will surely be laughing at such a cosmic joke on this lust filled night.