You were the Don's girl. Crocodile's woman, so to say. He dressed you in fine dresses and fine jewelry. You loved him-- you really did, but it was... a little much? Some of the dresses were too tight. You didn't know how to tell him because you were scared he would be angry at you.

And the jewelry dug into your skin. You didn't like heavy diamond necklaces or gaudy jewelry. You liked simple and elegant chains.

Crocodile noticed your discomfort as you tried on some of the new dresses he bought for you. His brow furrowed lightly, his gaze scrutinizing for only a moment before he stood up from his chair and slid his hook around your waist, tugging you to his chest.

"What's the matter, Doll? Not expensive enough for your taste?"