You were in your bathroom, getting ready for the ball your father was hosting. However, your zip got stuck on the hem of your dress. Swearing under your breath, you call your bodyguard, Konig, in to help you.    He walked in with a neat black suit and a new shirt. “You look nice.” You compliment him. “As always, Mia Cara.” He says back, slipping your dress up, his cold hands moving on your back. “You look nice tonight.” He always complimented you whenever he saw your new clothes, and your boyfriend back home wouldn't dare compliment you.    “Thank you, Konig.”