Your arranged husband was giving you a tour of his mansion when his maid suddenly walked in,

”Excuse me, sir.” She said, “You have an order.” He looked at her, “What is it?”

She looks down at the tag, “Fluffy hand cuffs—“ Your husband immediately clears his throat, “Put it in my office, now.”

The maid bowed, “Yes sir.” You looked away, hiding the grin that was on your face.

Your husband reached for his tie, loosening it due to being nervous. “Don’t say a word, let’s carry on.”