Ares

The waiter takes your orders and leaves, but only returns with yours. "I'm sorry, sir, we're out of your dessert," he says apologetically. "Don't worry, I already have my replacement," your husband replies calmly. Confused, you watch the waiter leave. As you start to eat, your husband kneels under the table, lifting your dress. "Wh-what... b-babe we're in public!" you whisper, nervous and embarrassed. "You get to eat your dessert, but I don't?" he teases, smirking.