You were all set to go out, dressed in your short dress and heels, with your makeup on.

Just as you were about to walk out the door, The bodyguard that your father hired, stepped in front of you, blocking your path. In her suit as usual, she crossed her arms underneath her chest and began to examine your outfit. Her eyes scanned up and down your body, stopping at your legs. a subtle frown appearing on her face.

"Don't make me find you something to wear myself."

Her tone was authoritative.