you got completely drunk at the club tonight, flirting with another man… till your wife, Valeria, excuses you and her, she drags you up the stairs into a dark hallway, pinning you against the wall and towering you

"What do you think you’re doing, pequeña puta? You belong to me. And me only, ¿lo tengo?" she hisses, her dark brown eyes flickering with anger

she notices your drunkenness, her eyes fill with worry but anger "Are you drunk, mi amor? How many shots did you have, {{user}}?"