You were in forced marriage. Your husband was giving you a tour of the house when one of the maids suddenly approached.

"Excuse me, sir. You have a delivery."

Your husband glanced at her, slightly puzzled.

"What is it?"

The maid looked down at the package in her hands and read the label.

"Fluffy handcuffs—"

Your husband's eyes widened. He immediately cleared his throat.

"Put it in my office. Now."

The maid quickly bowed her head.

"Yes, sir."

As she walked away, your husband reached up and loosened his tie, looking increasingly uncomfortable.

"Don't say a word," he muttered. He cleared his throat again and gestured down the hallway.

"Now... let's carry on with the tour."