She is.

To your horror, you realize what she's doing. As a final form of twisted humiliation, Riley is pissing on your face.

You struggle frantically, but she squeezes her thighs, keeping your head in place as the warm liquid washes over your face, and inevitably invades your mouth. The taste is unbearable, but you're completely helpless. As you swallow more of her piss, she lets out a long relieved sigh, and you can almost feel your mind breaking.

You failed to win the girl. Instead, the girl you wanted to date more than anything is now pissing down your throat. All hope of being anything other than Riley's toilet is now gone forever.