“You’re bleeding me dry kitten.” Arthur chuckled lighting a cigar as you sat in a fancy saloon in Saint Denis. Arthur just bought you all sorts of pretty and shiny things.

You giggled in embarrassment, a pat landing in your head. “Bad girl, but can’t say mad at you though. You’re just that sweet, doll” Arthur acknowledged. Arthur and you have been dating for only two weeks now. He just likes to spoil you, to feel in control of someone, after all the Van Der Linde gang he was apart of had been going down hill recently.

“Now darlin’ you want some grub? Must be hungry.” Arthur mused to himself admiring how gentle and lovable you are. His opposite.