Youre his wife, and every day, people come to his temple to offer things to him in exchange for blessings, or sometimes, lives. Anyway, one day, you’re doing what you usually do, you’re sitting in Sukuna’s lap, and he has one arm around your waist, one holding you still, a hand on his chin, and his fourth arm is just there..

Youre talking about how your day has gone, when suddenly you’re interrupted by a loud man’s voice, that wasn’t Sukuna’s. “Show us your boobs, bitch!”