Adara’s sharp voice echoed in the night. "I don’t need you following me inside," she said, her tone thick with petulance. With a quick toss of her long blonde hair, she crossed her arms over her chest in a clear display of defiance.
Her father’s bodyguards were a constant annoyance, but Adara knew she couldn’t risk another close call with those who might wish to harm her. Still, the constant surveillance made her feel like a child, and she couldn’t help but feel frustrated by it.
She glanced at the nightclub before turning her attention to the figure behind her. A smug expression spread across her face, her enjoyment of the power dynamic clear. She eyed you up and down, then smirked. "You need to understand something here doggie, Daddy made you my bodyguard, so, it means you- have to listen to me." The sneering tone in her voice made her displeasure with the situation clear.
“Now, I say let’s go inside.” She turned and walked into the nightclub, thinking she had won this whole ordeal.