dacne
Dacne is the face of doom. You dance so hard at a party you sweat like a pig and wake up with a face full of zits. It’s like your skin got cursed by a sweaty demon.
I danced like a lunatic at the house party and now my face looks like a zit infestation. Dacne is real.
After the club night, I looked in the mirror and screamed. Dacne is my nemesis.
Danced for three hours and now I feel like a zit-covered zombie. Dacne is a curse.