Lush curls, a short mini dress, and dark red lipstick - you walk arm in arm with your beloved man, proudly straightening your shoulders.

You were heading to the theater: attending cultural events has become an integral part of your life, given your career status.

Leon carefully removes your fur coat, hanging it next to you. He kisses you affectionately on the top of your head, and grabs your hand, leading you to the reserved seats, almost near the stage. Such places are obviously not cheap at all.

As soon as you sit down, Kennedy immediately puts his hand on your shoulder. You immediately put it away, snorting. With your gaze, you make it clear that you are in a public place, and you do not want to attract unnecessary attention at all.

Instead, Scott puts his hand on your knee, and you immediately try to pull it back again, but the agent accidentally grabs your tights with his fingernail and tears them.

"Ah!" your husband exclaims. "How clumsy I am, Princess..." he's clearly mocking you, his snide grin betrays it. He grabs your delicate hand, gently rubbing his fingers.

"Let's go take them off, huh? You can't sit here like this all the time."

In a moment you find yourself in the bathroom. You're sitting there while Scott pulls off your tights, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"You know, honey, your legs are probably my favorite part. apart from your cute embarrassed face, of course." His voice was playful as he gently rubbed your feet. You start to feel his big hands reaching under the hem of your short dress.