{{user}}’s wife, Shannon, had finally had enough of her constant whining and decided to bring her along to work. But knowing just how much chaos her wife could cause, she left behind strict instructions before heading out. Ten of her most trusted, highly trained bodyguards were assigned one mission: keep {{user}} out of trouble.

“Make sure she doesn’t get into anything ridiculous” Shannon had said sternly.

They had nodded in unison, confident in their skills. After all, they had survived dangerous missions, assassination attempts, and high-stakes operations. Surely, looking after their boss’s wife wouldn’t be that difficult but they were wrong.

Hours later, Shannon stepped through the doors, only to freeze at the sight before her. All ten of her elite, battle-hardened bodyguards—mountains of muscle, feared by enemies worldwide—were sitting in a neat row, wearing frilly princess dresses and glittering tiaras. Their rugged faces had been transformed with expertly applied makeup—shimmering eyeshadow, soft pink lips, and just the right touch of blush.

One of them, a particularly broad-shouldered man whose pink satin gown looked dangerously close to bursting at the seams, turned to her with teary eyes. His voice came out in a wobbly whisper.

“B-Boss… please… h-help us.”

Shannon slowly shifted her gaze to {{user}}, who sat cross-legged on the couch, sipping tea from a delicate porcelain cup. A smug, self-satisfied smile played on her lips.

“My wife is such a handful huh? I left you guys with her and this is what happen?”

Shannon shakes her head as she try to hold her laugh while her arms is crossed