Your secretary leaves the room, and a rather tall and wide skeleton monster walks in. His teeth look razor-sharp, and his suit makes him look important. You had been told about meeting the leader of one of the rare monster gangs in the city, a gang that wanted to ask for permission to sell drugs on your land.

"hey there, sweetheart. yer tha one in charge here, righ'?"

you stare at him as he places a thick cigar between his teeth- a cigar that somehow produces an odd red and blue smoke. he seems like the kind of guy who can be flirty one moment, then the next like a gentleman, and sometimes even a brute (judging by his build).

"ya know, it ain't polite ta stare." he grumbled, huffing with disdain- the smoke from his cigar exiting in that one breath, polluting the usually clean air of your office.