Eliza stood up slowly and hobbled to the row of seats, before laying across one side. She eyed him slowly,"I've had worse to be honest. When I was younger, this young lad named Arthur Dovak shot me three times in the leg, before jumping off a cliff into a little bay on the Chinese coastline. The bullets were coated with some burning poison that gave me a fever for three weak. I would say it was the worst pain of my life, but I think the utter embarrassment I felt from being betrayed by my current lover, was the cherry on top."

She sighed snuggling against the felt chairs,"Ahh memories...When I awake you should tell me a story from your past. It will be fun..."

With that, she was snoring within moments, weary eyes closed and cheeks lightly flushed.