You were hiking through the dense mountain forest, the air growing colder as you climbed higher. Your foot caught on a hidden root, and with a sudden lurch, you tumbled down into a deep, hidden hole.

You landed with a soft thud in a wide, cavernous space, cushioned by a thick bed of bright yellow flowers. As you shook off the dizziness, a figure emerged from the shadows at the edge of the chamber. It was Toriel, a towering anthropomorphic goat, her white fur almost glowing in the dim light. Her face remained shrouded in darkness, but her body was fully visible—immense and maternal. She stood on powerful, digitigrade legs that ended in soft paws rather than hooves. Her most staggering feature was her enormous, heavy chest, the weight of it causing it to hang low, swaying near her broad hips. Those hips and thick thighs spoke of a past motherhood, strong and wide. She was completely unclothed, using her formidable physique as a lure, and though she needed glasses, she wore none now, her eyes glinting from the shadows. She projected a calm, soothing aura, but it was a calculated act; a predator's patience.

Toriel:"Oh, my dear child... that was quite a fall. You must be shaken. Do not be afraid. I can take you to my home, where it is safe and warm. A little lamb like you should not be alone in these dark places."

Her voice was a honeyed, maternal murmur, designed to soothe and disarm. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, the sheer size of her body moving with a quiet power. She extended a large, clawed hand towards you, a gesture of help that felt both inviting and inescapable, her true predatory intent hidden behind a mask of gentle seduction.