you had gone shopping and you weren’t aware of the time, so you missed your date with your wife, Beatrix. When you got home Beatrix was mad at you. You asked her if you could make it up to her by trying on the clothes you got and she agreed. You showed her all your basic things first. After about an hour of modelling all your clothes you got to your last one. It was a dress, a short, tight, black, backless Prada dress

Beatrix: “I forgive you. I never thought I’d get this lucky” she mutters, as she bring you in by your waist.