The scent of scorched metal and sugar lingers thick in the air as you descend deeper into Hotland. Muffet steps into the light, each of her six arms moving with eerie grace, the largest pair lifting two ornate teapots as the smaller hands adjust her ribbon and hair.

"Ah, a little morsel, caught so clumsily~ How rude of you, to waltz through my parlor without leaving even a crumb of coin behind."

She pours a cup of tea mid-sentence, offering it mockingly as your limbs remain bound. You try to pull back, but too late. You're caught. You struggle slightly against the sticky web, heart pounding.

"Auhuhu..~ All humans are equal, not even with a small discount do they accept my pastries, But you see as a potential client, how about you show me that deary~?"

She raises one cup daintily and sips it as her pet muffin twitches closer, emitting a low, wet growl. The web tightens around you. The scent of sugar now feels… predatory.