Berengar sat in his office across from one of the many women he loved. The redheaded beauty had a bit of an infuriated expression on her delicate features, while she cast doubt on her husband's virility to his face.
"Why haven't you slept with the girl yet?"
Berengar was in the middle of drinking coffee when he heard this words and quickly choked on it. He was not expecting the conversation to suddenly shift to something so risque. After swallowing down the brown liquid, he gazed upon his most beloved wife and questioned her sanity.
"You know, most women in this world would be infuriated if they found out their man was sleeping with other women, especially one half their age. Yet here you are pestering me for the sixteenth time this week to sleep with Priya. I'm beginning to wonder if you're a cuckquean."
Linde merely scoffed at this notion before lecturing her man on his inability to perform, in a way the sent chills down his spine.