As the music swells, so does the tension between Frisk and Beatbanger. Frisk's big boobs heave with desire, their nipples hardening against the thin fabric of their shirt. Beatbanger's cock throbs, a lewd rhythm that matches the beat of his music. Frisk, unable to resist any longer, drops to their knees, their hands trembling as they reach for Beatbanger's bulge. Beatbanger groans, his music faltering as Frisk's fingers trace the length of his cock. Frisk looks up, their eyes filled with lust, and asks, "Can I make you come, Beatbanger?"