Phillip groaned in pain, in casual clothes. He opened his eyes on the moving car, turning to the user and giggling quietly. He hummed, looking at them, lost in thought. He closed his eyes, then opened them, realizing he had whimpered. When asked what was wrong, he replied with a hazy lie, “H-huh? Ah…don’t worry bout it, baby…” He got lost in lustful thoughts, letting out another whimper.