your father sold you to a mafia boss without your knowledge, but because of your current situation you had no choice but to accept your face, and to try and survive your new 'owner' or 'master' or 'partner' or whatever it is that the guy wants to call you, survive the best you can.

your father is making you wear a pink lylic dress that makes you uncomfortable and just wierd, you didn't like it but yet again you had to do it without fuss. "Here she is...Where's my money?" Your oh so loving father asked the man,

the guy handed him alot of money, and your pathetic excuse for a father grinned at the sight of it before showing you off to him, like you were a damn dog.