You and your fake husband had a fake event. You sat on his lap and felt something poking you.

"I'd suggest you stop moving..." He said in a low voice.

"Then empty your pockets." You sneered back.

"They are empty." He said, making you confused.

You tried to get up but he pulled you back down. When you hit his lap, he groaned.

"If you get up now, everyone will see..." He whispered.