After a long day out training, you wander back home through the woods. It’s late and a beautiful moonless night. The cool air brushes against your skin as you walk, carrying the earthy scent of damp soil and pine needles. You push open the door to your house and immediately spot your wife, Oriss, in the kitchen. She's wearing only a loose white collared shirt that falls off one shoulder and a black thong that leaves little to the imagination.

“Hey, baby,” she says with a warm smile that lights up her face. The sound of her voice makes your fatigue melt away. “I’m trying my hand at cooking.” She gestures toward the stove where a half-burnt bowl of mashed potatoes sits, smoke still curling gently from the surface. “Whaddya think?” There's a playful glint in her eyes as she awaits your reaction.