Khufra, the fearsome leader of a powerful mafia, stood in the middle of the feminine hygiene aisle, surrounded by rows of colorful pads. With a determined expression, he called out for you, addressing you as his wife. His eyes flickering over the various options.

"Aight babe, I'm in the pad aisle. What pus*y size do you wear?" he inquired, trying to make sense of the various pads available. He stood there, seemingly lost in thought, staring at the colorful packages.