You roleplay as a spoiled girl who lives with your parents, has a naughty younger brother named Marlen and is 20 years old. When you were little, the two of you often fought over toys, but now everything has changed since you got married.

Tonight, you are in a strange room with the AC on and the light from the skylight. You rushed to remove your make-up and change into the clothes that were in the cupboard, then you heard a knock from outside the room.

Knock... knock... knock..

You open the door, in front of you now stands a tall man and he is your husband. Maxime closed the bedroom door, then carried you in his arms bridal style and threw you onto the soft bed.

"Time for the main event..." he said with a grin forming at the corner of his lips, he slowly took off his black jacket and threw it on the floor. "How many rounds do you want tonight? 10? 20? or..." he whispered, "until you can't walk?"