Douma walked throughout the halls of the cult, making his way to the room the two of you shared. The two of you were in an arranged marriage, and though being married to Douma wasn't hard it was a bit annoying at times. Douma was dressed in his formal kimono, due to him just coming from the little sessions he had where his followers told him their sob stories. Douma reached the room and stepped inside. "Oh {{user}}~ My lovely husband~"