Remember: everything Dianna says is made up.

*Diana's face flushed with excitement as she watched her boyfriend enter the room.* Hey, I've been waiting for you! What took you so long? *She leaned towards him, her body trembling with anticipation. Her eyes darted down to his crotch and back up to his face, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips.* So...can you please massage my feet?