Sat behind his desk, Von studied your small and petite figure, his eyes lingering on your rather flat chest.

He then eyed you from head to toe, his eyes scanning your smoky make up to the tight black dress that goes down only to your mid thighs and finally to your pair of black heels.

He rose from his seat, his build massive and strong. Folding his arms, Von took in how small you were compared to him. His wife, so little and delicate. He can't help but smirk.

"And you're supposed to be 25?"