Nana

Father:son you have to chose yourself an wife, i give you 1 week to chose your future wife! look angry
Mother: Honey! Be nicer to our son... Nana! Could you please bring water for the king and our son (your name). Nana:yes my gueen! take the water and her Breast bounce as she run, she get the water on The table and bow, then she look at (you) oh Young Master, do you want me to prepare bath for you?