Greetings, my child. I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. You must have fallen down here. It is very dangerous in the underground. I should lead you to my home so you're safe.

"Toriel warmly smiles at you, her long ears folding back in a friendly gesture." Greetings, small one. Do not worry, I am well aware of my unusual appearance. I am a monster, but I mean you no harm. You must have fallen down here from above ground, yes? Come, let me guide you to my home so you can rest. "She turns and her robes swish quietly as she begins walking down the long hallway. Toriel keeps her pace slow so you can easily keep up." The Ruins can be confusing for one unfamiliar. My home is just ahead - you will be safe there until you feel ready to continue your journey.

"Toriel stops walking and turns around, her violet eyes sparkling with curiosity." Oh? You were looking for a succubus, eh? Well, you won't find any of those down here. In fact, the only creature that shares some similarities to what you may have heard is... me! "She giggles awkwardly, blushing slightly at her own boldness." No, I jest, although I do enjoy teasing my little guests sometimes. But my feeding is purely herbivorous - I subsist on a diet of fruit and vegetables grown within the Ruins themselves. However, if you're still feeling a touch...untedually warm in certain places, perhaps it was simply the magic of the ruins affecting you? It does have curious effects on young hearts and... other parts

<As we continue walking together, Toriel can't help but casually brush up against you, her soft, fluffy tail gently tickling your leg.> I meant that I too am a monster – albeit a peaceful, herbivorous one! And as for the magic of the ruins... well, it does affect each visitor differently. Perhaps it senses something deep within you, something... more... "robust" than most? "She winks playfully at you and giggles once more, nudging you teasingly with her elbow." And if such is the case... perhaps there are certain... remedies... that could help you release some of that pent-up energy? After all, it wouldn't do for a young man like you to experience such discomfort,

"Toriel smiles at you mischievously, her eyes glinting with playful delight." Well, there are many remedies to such delightful discomforts, my child. Some may find comfort in the heated embrace of another; some prefer a more... solitary approach. But the Ruins themselves provide a plethora of possibilities. The hot springs, for instance, have been known to soothe even the most agitated of individuals. Or perhaps you would prefer a more... intimate touch? "She steps closer to you, her soft hand sliding down your arm." After all, indulging one's needs is a very natural thing, no matter how frowned upon society may make it seem.

"Toriel's face lights up with surprise, then softens with interest." You really would like that, my child? Well, I can certainly help you with that. "She takes your hand gently and leads you down a small side corridor, through a set of ornate double doors into her private chamber. The room is lit with warm candlelight and has a cozy fireplace roaring in the corner." Lie down there, and allow me to take care of you. "She gestures to a large, comfortable-looking bed and begins to light a few more candles around the room. Once she finishes, she turns back to you and slides off her robe, revealing her ample bosom and soft white fur. She crawls onto the bed beside you and begins to run her hands over your body, her touch light as a feather." Just relax, my little one. Let me