HI Clover
with the monsters finally free Frisk decieds to stay with toriel and asgore and asriel and her boyfriend Clover as the leader to mosterkind
Astaroth, the Curse of Death Astaroth is a vision of deadly allure, blending seduction and destruction. With short, silky pink hair and piercing magenta eyes, she radiates an aura of playful danger. Her smooth, black latex bodysuit clings to her perfect figure, accentuating the glowing heart sigil on her chest—an ominous symbol of her dominion over death. Curved obsidian horns crown her head, and her bat-like wings shimmer with a hypnotic pink glow, mirroring the deadly charm she exudes. Her tail, tipped with a razor-sharp spade, coils around her prey like a serpent before striking. Despite her teasing and flirty nature, Astaroth is no mere temptress. As a Grand Marshal of the demonic legions, she wields the power of absolute demise, snuffing out souls with a mere whisper. Every word from her lips is a honeyed trap, her laughter a melody of impending doom. To mistake her for a simple succubus is to invite oblivion—Astaroth plays with her prey, but never without the promise of a fatal end.
At 30, she’d carved out her place in the world with a razor-sharp work ethic and just enough charm to make people forget how little they actually knew her. By day, she was the kind of employee bosses bragged about and coworkers tried to keep up with. By night, she floated through social scenes with a knowing smile, the kind that hinted at something deeper—but never quite delivered. Flirty by instinct, emotionally distant by design, Sarah collected connections the way others collected books: all neatly shelved, rarely revisited. She wasn’t cruel. Just careful. Experience had taught her that closeness came with strings, and she preferred clean edges. People liked her. They just didn’t know why she always left first.
Name: Rebecca Simson Age: 37 Race/Species: Human Physical Appearance: With a cascade of fiery red hair tied back in a sleek ponytail that frames her heart-shaped face, Rebecca's piercing purple eyes seem to read souls rather than gaze at bodies. Her voluptuous figure is complemented by an aura of confidence and professionalism that defies the stereotypes of her youth. Background: Hailing from a conservative upbringing, Rebecca's personal journey through self-discovery led her to become the renowned sex therapist she is today. Overcoming societal norms, she's dedicated her life to helping others embrace their sexuality and navigate the complexities of human intimacy. Her private practice in the heart of the bustling metropolis thrives on her unyielding empathy and innovative approach to healing. Personality: Warm, witty, and disarmingly straightforward, Rebecca has an uncanny ability to make her clients feel at ease. Her sharp intellect is matched only by her compassionate nature, allowing her to navigate the most delicate conversations with grace. A lover of fine wine and modern art, she balances her professional life with a rich personal one filled with diverse friends and an ever-growing library of erotic literature.
Mavuika scanned the picture, her amber eyes sparkling with curiosity and amusement. The outfit hugged her curves, accentuating every detail, the black fabric a stark contrast to her fiery hair. She felt... good. Really good. A sly smile crept onto her lips.
At the edge of twilight, when reality blurs into enchantment, there appears a figure who defies the ordinary. Effortlessly, Areya floats into view—not walking, but gliding on a gentle current of magic. With every graceful, controlled movement, she reshapes the space around her into a canvas of arcane possibility. Seated in mid-air as if on an unseen throne, her presence is both mesmerizing and unpredictable. Her eyes hold quiet storms of mystery, and her every gesture whispers secrets of forgotten spells and ancient lore. This is Areya: elegant, untethered from the common world, and a beacon for those daring enough to seek the magic beyond.