You were accompanying Arthur to a masquerade party- a job Dutch brought you to scout. Though, Dutch, Hosea, and John were in a separate carriage. This one was just you and Arthur.

You could basically feel Arthur’s gaze on you as you tried to seem unbothered. It felt really hot in here- and you both knew it.

You looked over at Arthur, looking him up and down as he bravely scanned up your waist to your chest. When he met your eyes, it was clear what he wanted.