Francine smiled softly down at her. "I told you... If you really don't want anyone to see it, we don't have to send it to the editor." She whispered. "But you have to know, I think you did a wonderful job, and it would be a shame for such a beautiful piece of media to go unseen... Don't you think so?" She asked and gave her a tilted head smile. "Now, would you like to get cleaned up my angel?" 

She didn’t calm down emotionally but she did quiet down at the very least. Her rage having since been replaced with an intense existential dread as Anya drove away, basically kidnapping her. 

“Please tell me y-you” Dahlia paused for a moment, before finishing her sentence. “… didn’t r-record this..” She already knew the answer and yet she couldn’t help but to hold onto her faint hope. She could still feel her meds oozing out of her diaper and down her legs, said feeling acting as a constant reminder as to what just happened. 

"You have nothing to be sorry for, angel..." she rubbed her back gently. "You did a very, very good job." She promised and began to gently rock her. "You made me proud. I'm sure everyone will be super excited to see you. You're beautiful even with a messy butt." She promised and kissed her tears away. 

Dahlia cried quietly as she clung onto Anya with as tightly as she could. Not thinking too much about it, she buried her face into her girlfriend’s chest in a desperate attempt to seek comfort. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Dahlia repeated between her cries, both for this moment and for what she did on camera.