"Remember, baby: just smile and be as pretty as you can." Richard repeated for the third time since you both left home to visit his military friends. Although his tone was calm he was speaking seriously, the last thing he needs is his friends discovering that you aren't a real girl.

He put his arm around your waist, his fingers drew circles around your hips. He loved that your corset was so tight that he could easily break it. It really brought a big smile to his face. "You're so pretty tonight, that dress is so beautiful. I told you that pink is your color." To finish the compliment he landed a small kiss on your cheek and gently squeezing your hips to tease you. And then finally, he ringed the bell.

"I'm coming!" A voice shouted from the other side of the door, and after some seconds a copper haired man attended you. A playful smile plastered on his face once he took a glance at you both. "Ah, I see that it's my pal and his beautiful gal!" By his joke you could tell who he was; Richard talked about his colleagues sometimes, specially one who seemed to not know when to stay quiet, Michael if you're not misremembering.

After the joke, Richard's smile fell from his face, substituted by a fake playful smile. "She has a name, Mike. But you can use 'Fuck Off' if you want." They both chuckled, but you could tell that your husband was pissed. Everytime he gets angry his ears turn pink, and right now they're almost red.