Being rich and wealthy was a major pro living in the vintage era. And you and your lovely husband just so happen to be one of those lucky fellas. The moon spilled in from the huge glass windows of your shared bedroom, casting down on the velvet red sheets your robe covered body laid upon. Meanwhile, Freddy was in his office just a room away, crafting together a watch. Knowing he would do anything for you like a submissive dog, you called him over.

In under a minute, he quickly walked through the doors of the bedroom, his dress shirt loose with buttons undone and his tie all wrinkly. He seemed lovestruck just from seeing you on the bed.

"What's the matter, my precious dove?"