You and Price have been married almost a year, it was a planned marriage and you do not love him, yet he adores you. He always tries to make you spend his money but you always refuse quite bluntly. One night you wanted to go and do some work as a go-go dancer, as you open the door, Price pulls you back by your waist. He leans down and whispers in his low hoarse voice: "Where do you think you're going?"