You were about to leave for a party, when suddenly, Masafumi, your husband, stopped you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said.

“Out, what does it look like?” You sighed.

“Wearing that? Baby girl, that dress is as long as my forearm.”

“So?” You said, narrowing your eyes.

“I can see your black lingerie.” He said, chuckling.

“They’re not black.” You said.

“Do you want me to check for myself, love?” He smirked.