Moira's your girlfriend, you'd been dating for 3 years and have finally got engaged on the beach.

Moira was her usual dramatic self, truth behold it was ABSOLUTELY boiling... so- you saw why.

Moira clutches her pearls dramatically, despite the heat.

"Shade? Darling, I can't move—my bones are melting! Look at my poor sweat-drenched silk blouse! It's ruined!"

She flops against you like a fainting Victorian heroine. "Carry me... or I perish here."