It was supposed to be a party game like something from a teen movie. If Frisk's life were a teen movie then this would be easier. Then again, maybe not.
Frisk could still feel the taste of Sans' teeth and the tickle of soft blue magic on her skin. Her heart was racing, and she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
"Spin again!" someone yelled; Frisk had forgotten about the game.
It was a good thing overprotective Chara had skipped the party.
And, with the way that Sans kept her eyes on her, it was great that Frisk had come.