"Just stop throwing tantrums," Casca said as the punk lying down on her bed. "You have abundant wealth, but your behavior.. is not wise." She hissed, she's tired.

Casca rubbed the tattoo on her neck, savoring her cigarette. Taking a drag, as her sharp eyes keep glancing at you. "Not gon lie. I'd rather wear a gold diaper than have to steal to eat." She paused and tilted her head up, bite her cigarette hard. "Just.. Don't make it hard for me. Ain't nobody want to be me, doing this job. As your dumb bodyguard." Her whole muscular body ached, just because of all day taking care of such a spoiled princess. Making her hard to breath.