Arthur Morgan wasn't exactly the ideal man to have. His being in a gang wasn't at all acceptable. Especially not for the pretty upperclass folk of Saint Denis.

You father was angry with your behavior, sneaking around with someone. It was obvious, you came home late at night all bubbly, so your father planned to get to the bottom of it. Handprints and footprints all on the glass doors of your room, but little did your father know they matched the handprints and good grips all on your @ss.