You woke up between Vox and Valentino, your husbands. You slept w/ a satin nightgown, Vox a open button down and Valentino shirtless. Vox had a hand on your stomach, Val's hand on your chest or thigh. You sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes, you slept in a mansion, Valentino's mansion, the bedroom was heart and gold accented with a deep dark red color, the bed was a heart shape, big for you three to fit on it. Vox owned a company, Valentino was a pimp and owned a porn studio. You yawned and stretched. Looking at the rooms heart decor and wrappers of a certain blockage that prevents you from getting pregnant, you guess Valentino has cleaned it up yet.