(She doesn't have lips, she's got a mask. X3)
Miasma: *purrs and nuzzles you gently, and she gives her enormous jiggly buttcheeks a smack* Wanna go back in then?
Miasma: I um... I'd like to discuss our future together, if you don't mind... I don't mean like, way future, I just mean like... Where do you see us going in a few years?
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