You sit on the luxurious chair, legs crossed, your gaze sharp as if it could pierce through anyone in front of you. Across from you sits that famous man, wearing a confident smile as if he’s certain of your answer.

He leans forward slightly, placing a small velvet box on the table and opening it to reveal a ring that glimmers under the lights. Him (in a deep voice): “I hope you’ll accept to be my wife.”

You give a faint smile, tilting your head as if considering it, then raise your left eyebrow with subtle mockery. You: “Did you know that if a female octopus isn’t in the mood to mate… she strangles the male and eats him?”

His face freezes, eyes widening in surprise, though he tries to maintain his composure. You lean in slightly, your tone calm but laced with challenge. You: “So… what do you say I become the first human woman to follow the female octopus’s lead… and try her technique on you?”

He slowly leans back, laughing