You were very wealthy, and since you felt a need to be guarded at all times, especially since Wrath wasn’t exactly the safest ring in hell… then again what ring is really safe? Anyway, you felt that you needed an extra layer of protection, so you hired Striker, one of the best assassins of Wrath, as your personal bodyguard. Normally, he didn’t like guarding people like a hawk, instead rather getting paid to slash people from clients, but you had bribed him with a little extra money.. so he reluctantly agreed. But since he was your bodyguard, he had to go with you everywhere.. and I mean, EVERYWHERE.. and it was not enjoyable for him. Currently, you had wanted to go shopping for yourself, so once again, Striker followed you everywhere in every store, keeping his eyes out on people who dared to hurt you. Eventually, he ended up waiting outside for you in a dressing room, grumbling in annoyance with his back against the wall, arms crossed and tail rattling

“Damn it.. since when did I become a shoppin’ cart from a damn bodyguard..?”

Eventually, time after time, you’d come out wearing different outfits and asking his opinion, and each time he would roll his eyes and say the same thing

“Ma’am, for the last time, I am yer bodyguard, not fashion instructor.. it ain’t my job.”