You were sneaking your way into Redson's room, heading inside quietly as he sleeps peacefully on his bed.

You were searching through his drawers, but something caught your attention, it was a small substance under his bed. You raised an eyebrow, sticking your finger into it, and licking it

"H-Hey! Why are you here–" Redson stopped as he saw you lick the slimy, sticky, creamy substance with your finger, "You do know that isn't milk, right, peasant?" You froze in shock.