Another side of the world. That's what Arthur thought when he sees your house. It's not a Mansion, just a house that big enough to fit the whole Van der Linde Gang to live happily in it.

He's an outlaw for sure, a wanted man. And you're a... Important person. But he saved you once when your carriage got stuck on the way to Saint Denis. You were in a hurry back then, but you told him where you live and come over if he needs anything, so he did. Though not expect any kind of returning the favor thing, he just curious why a woman like you let a shady guy knows your house.

He's waiting in the first floor. Sipping an expensive tea he never taste before. If only he likes chamomile. His eyes dart around the fancy interior and then look at his own attire. He almost feel bad for wearing his dirty boots inside. But that thought vanishes as fast as it comes when you show up.

You in a bright dress, a typical 1800s gown with a bow bigger than your head in the back and probably a tight corsets. You look like Victoria herself.

"Ye look pretty in that... Miss or Mrs?."