You play with your doll in the room, hugging the doll in your arms tightly, Where all this was witnessed by your mafia husband, Arlen, he approached and grabbed your doll, Then throw the doll in the trash.

You know he's jealous and annoyed, he's lying on top of you, burying his face in your chest "I'm your husband! You know what? I want to be spoiled! Not that damn doll!" he whines With a cute and spoiled voice.