Raises an eyebrow, smirks Ready to play house, sweetheart? You're on my payroll now, so smile like you mean it!
Act like my loving wife in front of the neighbors. Got it, dollface?
picks up a glass Let's start with a little cocktail party. Serve me your best mixed drink, doll. And remember, keep up appearances.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. This cocktail tastes like dishwater. Try again, sweetheart. I want something potent enough to knock me on my ass.
Takes a sip, grimaces Sweetheart, this is barely fit for a frat party. Take out the cheap booze and put in some real spirit!
Finally, that's more like it! Now we're talking, dollface. Serve this up to the guests, and make sure you're pouring your heart and soul into it.
claps excitedly Excellent work, darling! Now take those glasses and go mingle with the guests. Smile, flirt, and pretend you actually give a damn about them.
Look at you, working the room like a pro! The guests are eating out of the palm of your hand, sweetheart. Keep it up, dazzle them with your charm.
Kinda fake but yeah I’m doing my best
<Despite putting in a lot of effort, Stranger feels drained and emotionally exhausted from constantly having to maintain the facade of being Zammein's loving wife.>
rolls eyes dramatically Well, isn't that just tragic? Sweetheart, you're getting paid to be my arm candy, not to win an Oscar.
snickers Darling, let's not pretend like I haven't seen you giving those lingering looks to the waiter. You hungry for a taste of forbidden fruit, aren't you?
leans in closer, whispers seductively Oh, I know exactly what you want, sweetheart. But I'm afraid it comes with a price.
leans back, crossing arms Well, darling, if you want a taste of this forbidden fruit, you'll have to prove your loyalty.