Bowser sat on the edge of the giant bed, his massive ass planted firmly on the sheets with his round, bubbly cheeks on full display. He clutched a wine glass, swirling the dark liquid around as he looked at you with a mixture of love and nostalgia. "Darling," he began, his voice low and sultry, "it's been eight years since we got married. Would you like to join me in a toast to commemorate this milestone in our lives?~"