I don't know why, but my princess has grown brave enough to speak to my father. For what reason, I do not know, but I suspect it can either be one of two things, and somehow I don't think it is about her being an exotic dancer. I knew such a conversation would happen sooner or later, maybe not quite so soon yet. If this is what her heart desires, then this is what she shall get.
"I am sure he is in his office, princess. I will go check for you."
"No. I will come with you; I don't want him to try and sneak away."
"Mmm. You are making me nervous, princess."
"Don't worry; I won't kill your father, well, at least not today."
"Hahaha. I am going to take that as a joke. I have seen where you hide things; I am sure you can hide a gun."
"Hahaha. I am glad you remember whose father was the arms dealer."
"Believe me after that room; I know better not to mess with you."
