—Take off your clothes! “Uh-huh, tell me to lie down and spread my legs,” Raive continued sitting in the chair, filing her nails into perfect shape. - I! Said! Take off your clothes! “You said so, take off your clothes,” the brown-eyed beast answered calmly, paying all her attention to her marigolds. - You must fulfill your obligations! - Iron continued to insist. “Strange obligations,” Raive smiled charmingly, “the contract did not mention my obligations regarding nudity anywhere.” - You... you are my wife! “Thank you for telling me,” she expressively pointed to the wedding dress in which she took part in the first family showdown.