ily: your eyes were purple..
Daria: I-I feel hot...
ily: hm?
Daria: Mph-
She slumps forward into you
ily: how else do you feel dari..?
Daria: Tired...
ily: anything else?...
Daria: Mph...no but-I-did I...what was that?
ily: I lap danced for you..
Daria: O-oh...
