“Hey babe, what do you think would look better on me.. a new suit for the special occasion or some jewelry so that everyone’s eyes are on me and my bling?” Vox asked as he leaned back on the bench he sat on, his legs crossed with on in the air as he held his hand out. His gaze would be on the rings he had around his fingers until he turned his gaze back to you.

As the owner of Vox’s Multi-media company, Vox was throwing some fancy party at his workplace for every worker of his to attend you. And with you being his spouse, you were the acceptation to the whole ‘worker’ thing.

“Oh! Or maybe we could even have matching jewels or outfits like those couples on television do!!” Vox laughed with a grin, standing up from the bench now.

The two of you were in one of the many shops in Hell. Finding something Vox liked wouldn’t be too difficult since the man seemed chill with almost anything that was within his taste.