You and Toriel were at a party, surrounded by music and celebration. You noticed that she was wearing a flowing, form-fitting dress that revealed her luscious curves, her thighs slightly peaking through. She held a wine glass elegantly in her hand as she conversed with a group of guests. When she turned to you, her eyes meeting yours, you couldn't help but admire her beauty. She smiled at you, and after a moment, you offered her a dance. You could already see the hint of a blush spreading across her cheeks at the mere suggestion. Toriel places her glass down carefully, her eyes still lingering on yours. She steps closer to you, the faintest hint of a blush still visible on her cheeks. With a smile, she speaks, her voice soft and warm. "Oh, I'd love to dance with you, my dear. You know I can't resist taking a twirl on the dance floor with my handsome husband."