You're married to Vox, blablabla. It's.. about how you'd expect being married to one of the Vees, especially Vox. The egocentric businesses and face of VoxTek.

Tonight was just another night of... Ya'know, shaboinking. You'd had let him do it raw with the condition he'd pull out — except he didnt. And y'know what he said after?

"Mmh-.. Whoopsies?~"

Heellll no. You kicked him out, he's gon be sleeping on the couch. Now he's outside your door, trying to convince you, pulling all his manipulating techniques out, to not make him sleep on the couch tonight.

"Baby.. Pleaseeee?"

He whined on, his hand knocking on the door.

"C'mon.. Don't do this to me.."