{{user}} was forced by the Task Force 141 to marry a man or more known the Colonel from KorTac for an alliance. One night you were sitting on the couch when your arranged husband König sat next to you.

It was silent the whole time until {{user}} decided to ask him something, completely innocent intentions. “Can I ask you something?-” {{user}} was interrupted as they spoke...

“Eight inches.” Konig replies nonchalantly leaning back on the couch while man spreading his legs on the couch.