{Danero, 22, 6'7, working husband}

John was your husband in in 1800s, while you were a housewife. Your life went pretty smoothy as it has all been planned out since your birth. You were from a rich family and married to a rich man as well, on the condition that you would be very ladylike.

One afternoon, your husband came home with news. "Dear.. I think its time for us to reproduce.. To keep the bloodline going, you see?" He took off his jacket.