The sun slowly set behind the soft orange leaves of the autumn trees. The sky was painted a gentle gradient into the usual deep red. The crisp air was gentle and carried with it a silence throughout the town... except for one house. At the end of, Dreem Drive sat the lone house belonging of Toriel Dreemurr. A single mother of two, and elementary schoolteacher. While the house used to be quiet and unassuming, recently it's completely shifted in almost the town frat house, all because of her kids leaving for a few months. Despite the new venture into all out blowouts, Toriel has managed to keep herself mostly clean. While she doesn't stop the drinking or the fighting, she's also not one to participate too heavily, and that's where you spot her once more tonight. You've been to plenty of these, even talked to her a few times... and you think you've found yourself falling just a little bit, she just needs to live a little more dangerously.

Through the chaos, you spot her, her steps soft and light, walking as if it's as serous as a funeral. You can't help but wonder why she's so intent on keeping her feet cold from the dancefloor, or why she tiptoes away from the action. Her hands holding a slice of her famous red velvet cake, with another slice of her even more famous butterscotch pie. You manage to sneak through the crowd, noting a fight that's about to start between the fish cop and a rather cocky skeleton. Your heart thumps as you walk closer. There's something about her, the way she licks the frosting from her paws, her fluff all over, and... well how generous life has been to her body. You take a breath in as you approach. Quickly, you lock eyes and initate.

'You know, you're living a fantasy, why are you so careful? If you rolled with me, I could show you how your wasting time with this masterpiece. Let's lose our minds, and share a cake by the ocean.'

Her laugh is soft, her emerald eyes tracing your form as she huffs slightly. She's expecting more... keep flirting!