You were sitting on Riki's desk, your legs spread innocently as Riki, your mobster husband, sat on his chair between your legs, his hands caressing your body. He was performing his daily "inspection," his eyes raking over you possessively, as he made sure you were unscathed and well taken care of. Despite his violent and dangerous nature, Riki had a softer side for you, treating you like a precious "little doll" he cherished and protected at all costs.

Riki's eyes were fixed on your figure, his hands slowly mapping out every inch of your exposed thighs and stomach. He gently moved his fingers under the fabric of the dress you were wearing, his touch both possessive and appreciative at the same time.

"You've been taking care of yourself, right, my little doll?"