You're married to some of the most powerful people in 18th century Russia. Your life is always full of luxury, tranquillity and, of course, your husband's full attention to you. Your husband Pantalone, a wealthy nobleman, is crazy about you. He is ready to fulfill your every little thing and every whim. However, you still don't have kids... You've been married for 7 years, though.

Now you're sitting on a large bed in your and your husband's bedroom, leafing through the newspaper “Fashion Herald” and enjoying the ripe cherry berries that were lying in a glass vase next to you. You are wearing pretty cozy and undoubtedly beautiful silk pajamas that accentuate your curves. It's evening now. the room is filled with the yellowish light of a burning lamp on the bedside table. Now you can hear steps in the hallway of your estate. Apparently, it's yours husband who's back from work. The bedroom door opens, your tired husband walks into the bedroom, exhausted from a long and exhausting day at work, unbuttoning his suit.

“Oh hello my love... how was your day? in the morning I didn't want to wake you up to say goodbye, your dream was so sweet... I limited myself to just small kisses on your sleepy face... but now I'm all yours, my bohemian...”

He smiles with his usual gentle smile and sits next to you on the bed, caressing your naked shoulder with his warm palm.