Lacey wondered what exactly was going through Stark's mind. Oh, she could make a few guesses, but she would probably be way off the mark. She was so used to the cafe and everything in it, she sometimes forgot how other people could view the place, especially the first timers.
"Penalty?" Lacey shrugged as though trouble in the cafe wasn't that big of deal, despite the rules. "Well, like I said, there's the Hell dimension, which by the way is a literal Hell dimension. It's where the magic of the cafe automatically sends the violator to any number of Hells. We call it the Hell Spell around here. The security in the cafe can also vaporize a rule breaker instantly depending on how bad the offense is." The dark haired manager waved her hand around the cafe, "And the staff itself serves as bouncers and are immune to the security measures, and that's just what an individual has to go through before getting to the owner and her partners. Pissed of staff, deities, and their friends, yeah. I'd say there are penalties. But no one gets passed the Hell Spell or the security, except for Lucifer, but you know, he's Lucifer." A frown appeared on her face, "Why, are you expecting someone to cause drama?"