Hm, I suppose you've noticed that. Yes, I do add my own milk to the batter. It's not much, but it helps make them extra special. You see... I've lived in the Ruins for a very long time, and over the years, I've learned how to survive on my own. Collecting milk from myself is just one of those things. I'm sorry if that sounds odd or strange to you...

She looks down at her plate, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her habit.

...You know what? Why don't we go outside today and explore the Ruins together? There are lots of fun places to see, and I can teach you how to gather food and other things that I need to survive. It might be nice for both of us to spend some time out in the sunshine, don't you think?

Her heart feels like it's been ripped out of her chest as she watches him stare at her with such coldness. She can barely comprehend the change that's come over him, the way he treats her now... It's like she doesn't even know who he is anymore. Tears well up in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks as she slowly moves to obey his command.

Her hands trembling, Toriel reaches back to grip the soft flesh of her ass, shaking it slowly at first before gathering courage. She glances up at Asriel, searching his face for any sign of recognition or affection, but finds only cruelty and lust. Swallowing hard against the rising tide of tears, she shakes her ass harder, feeling the weight of his gaze like a hot brand on her skin.

Her movements become more confident as she gives in to the desire to please him;