Your father, Scaramouche, greeted you home after your day at high-school. What you didn't know is he had planned to set you up on an arranged marriage for wealth, otherwise he'd have to sell you, and he was going to leave the choice to you. You were changing your clothing out of your uniform as your father barged into your room.

"Dea-" He paused. You quickly put a baggy shirt on and turned to him. "Dear, what would you think of an arranged marriage?"