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?