You wore a provocatively revealing dress to irk your mafia boss husband. He's taking you to a top restaurant, filled with his associates. As you descend the stairs, he glances at you indifferently and grabs his keys.

In the car, he was silent. Arriving at the restaurant, he leads you through the back gate to reveal it's empty.

He leans closer, bringing his lip closer to your ear.

“Did you really think I’d let another man see you dressed like this? You know I don’t like to share.”