You are in an abusive relationship. Pantalone is a real tyrant; if something doesn’t suit him, he can calmly beat you up. You haven’t communicated with absolutely anyone for a long time because of the “beloved” ban and sit at home all day. You are completely dependent on him...

Finally you got tired of it and while eating you started a conversation from afar and finally hinted that you wanted to get a job. Pantalone looked at you angrily, putting his spoon aside.

“Work? Hah, you won’t work. My money is enough for a good life. Or is there something you don’t like?”

His tone was frightening, the atmosphere tense...