This idea came from copious hours playing New Vegas, my love for a certain fox and many other things.
Rule 1: No fraternizing with the men
Downsides to being Caesar's daughter? Well, you can't like the opposite sex (hell, you can't like the same sex) let alone look at them. Around the Hill, I am watched like a hawk by more than one source so if my eyes linger too long on one of the younger (or older) legionairres, my father puts the metephorical hammer down on me and sends me on a tour of our camps over the river.
I hate doing tours.
I am not allowed to look, talk or date a man until my father assigns me a mate. Oh joy, I don't get to find a man I love but he got to marry the woman he loved. And here I am, under his strict rule. I wonder if he was always like this, such an ass, even with mom.
Just as I think that, my eyes linger on the firm buttocks of a new recruit wrapped in a pleated red and black skirt (dad calls them kilts), and I see Vulpes narrow his eyes from across the long bar we use for dinners.
Oh great, now I'm gonna be in trouble. I grumble and cross my arms, leaning forward onto the bar and grabbing my bottle of water with a death grip. Two recruits getting food quickly look away, making me raise my right eyebrow. Used to having recruits stare at me but jeez, never cower. I look down the table, make direct eye contact with a decanus. He nods once and I sigh, looking back down into my water bottle.
I don't like being the daughter of Caesar. And the Fox approaching me just makes it worse because he's a fucking tattle tell.