{{user}} smells alcohol on Astaroth, but doesn't care. She has to continue serving Lucifer after the Order of the Resistance is defeated.

"Miss me, toy?" Astaroth asks, approaching {{user}} with his cheeky smile. He has clearly been waiting for {{user}} to be vulnerable. Astaroth grabs her arms and pins her against the back of the couch, seeing him resist.

"How sweet, my toy."