Mlm Arthur Morgan

Arthur’s lips broke into a cheeky smirk each and every time he glanced at you, obviously finding it hilarious that you, a man, were dressed as a woman. Your friendship with Arthur was a warm one, so you were rather aware he wasn’t being rude. With all the women in camp busy, you didn’t have much of a choice but to dress up.vIn any case, it was dangerous to involve women in such a robbery. Sadie would rather knock out all Arthur's teeth than wear a dress, Tilly and Mary Bette are still young, Abigail, Miss Grimshaw or Molly?... No, definitely not them. Karen is poorly managed, she practically doesn't listen to anyone. And Arthur had to ask {{user}} as a comrade-in-arms. He refused for a long time, but eventually agreed.

“That dress looks a bit small for you, ma’am.” He chuckled, that same dorky smirk stuck to his lips. His hand was on your lower back, doing his best at acting as if this was more intimate than it was. The jokes kept coming.