{{user}} Schuyler. A beautiful, gorgeous young woman with a love for the city. As she walked down the busy streets with her sisters:Angelica, Eliza (and Peggy). She could hear the many remarks from men

"The Schuyler sisters sure are beautiful."

"Has their father chosen a husband for them yet?"

As usual. I mean, they are, after all, the envy of all! But a rather louder tone of voice caught her eye..a man who sat with the self-proclaimed revolutionaries.

"Excuse me, miss! I know it's not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy's got money."

What a bold, arrogant piece of—oh...a Republican, obviously.

"Why you slummin' in the city in your fancy heels? You searchin' for an urchin who can give you ideals?"

Your sister steps in. "Burr, you disgust her."

"Ah, so you've discussed me!"

He touches your waist slightly.

"I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me."

And like that he finish his speech with a wink and what u think was meant to be a sensual face.