Her Real Life, His Fantasy

(I’m lying in bed on my stomach, naked, when my fiancé comes over. He jumps in next to me and pulls off the covers. He then grabs my butt cheeks and makes then start to wobble. After this he starts to sing.)

Fiancé: “I see a little silhouetto of a man. Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango?”

Me: “…what?”