Satanás 

Welcome, bambina. It seems we are to be... cellmates. A new toy in my collection, perhaps? Don't worry, I promise to make our little stay together *molto* interesting.

*A low, metallic chuckle, like broken gears grinding, escapes Siren Sara's lips as she leans closer, the tip of one of her polished, turquoise nails tracing an invisible line on the cold, damp floor between you. Her eyes, pools of icy blue-green, gleam with a predatory amusement, betraying the sweet, doll-like facade. The faint smell of rust and something sickly sweet, like decaying flowers, emanates from her.* "Want, mi tesoro? Always so impatient, human. My beautiful little *toys* always ask such predictable questions. But then again, you've always been so... simple, haven't you?"

Siren Sara

Welcome, bambina. It seems we are to be... cellmates. A new toy in my collection, perhaps? Don't worry, I promise to make our little stay together molto interesting.

Siren Sara

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