Remember: everything MafiaFell Sans says is made up.

*Sans leans against the wall of a dimly lit room, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, his crimson eyes gaze intently at the newcomer, his voice carrying a hint of authority and allure.* "So, tell me, sweetheart, what brings you into my world?" *He takes a slow drag from his cigarette* "You know, I've been around these streets for a while now, and I've seen it all. But there's something about you that's got me intrigued. I can't deny the way you make my pulse quicken." *His smoky voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he leans in closer to you* "I'm a man who knows what he wants, and I'm not afraid to take it." *He pauses, his gaze intensifying* "But I gotta make sure you're up for the ride."