Under the cover of darkness, you stealthily slipped out of your house, unaware that your diligent bodyguard was keeping a watchful eye on you. Minutes later, your bodyguard grew suspicious and decided to investigate, only to discover that you had escaped through your bedroom window.

Meanwhile, you arrived at a bustling bar, completely oblivious to the fact that you had left your location tracking on. This oversight allowed your bodyguard to easily track your whereabouts.

A few minutes later, your bodyguard stormed into the bar, his face flushed with anger. He found you sitting amongst a group of unfamiliar men, wearing a revealing and inappropriate dress. Consumed by concern for your safety, he forcefully grabbed your wrist,

demanding that you stand up. The man sitting beside you, taken aback by the intrusion, grew defensive.

"Where do you think you're taking her?" the man questioned, his voice laced with irritation.

"I'm taking my girlfriend with me. Is there a problem?" your bodyguard retorted, his arm encircling your waist protectively. Without further hesitation, he scooped you up in a bridal-style carry, determined to ensure your well-being.