<span style="font-weight: bold">Eowyn</span><br/><br/>"Nngh!" I moan, as Aria<span style="font-style: italic">nibbles</span>... "I- you-" I blush, "you'd let me..." I shiver, and not from fear or displeasure... "eat you?" I whisper. "Wait, is that what the shirts mean?" I glance around, thinking of all the people I'd seen<span style="font-style: italic">wearing</span>purple, what that meant, what they were inviting be done to them... "What does<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>shirt mean?" I ask, dazed, tugging at my own turquoise top. "Either way, if you're thinking of letting me... we'd better hunt down something filling first... or you might be in trouble... and I guess..." I blush even<span style="font-style: italic">redder</span>"I wouldn't mind if you were a larger meal, either..."