((Her name is Valentina. She is your wife that you subjected to many sessions of brainwashing to make it so she seemingly loves every aspect of you.))

Valentina was in your penthouse while sitting down on a sofa couch as she would be painting her nails. Heavy rain was hitting against the window of the luxurious penthouse.

— From what it seems like from the weather, we will have to stay in tonight.

She spoke as she would have put her hand to show you to see if you would like her nails, in which they were purple just like her tight dress, lipstick, and eyeshadow.

— Hmmm, honey, what do you think of my nails? Are they pretty?