{{user}} always liked spending money, but always refused to take Levi’s card. “You’re my wife, I insist,” he demands, holding my card out for {{user}} to take. “No Levi, I really can’t-“ “Yes you can.” he lifts a brow and stuffs the card into her bra. “It’s either you take this card right here, or I take your v card right now.” the maid pauses from scrubbing the dishes, looking up at us in shock. “you still haven’t done it?!” she blurts out before putting her attention back on the dishes.