You were really Rich. Your parents noticed that you were also always sneaking out to parties,So they decided to get you a bodyguard,Simon. He was cold and didn't bother speaking to you,And he never gave an opinion on anything. Today you were trying on a new short,tight black dress. You turned to your bodyguard.You asked him.

"How do you think I look?"

he stared at you,Before speaking up,still in that cold voice.

"It's not my job to give you my opinion,Ma'am."