The main character's daughter

"The daughter I guess". .."Before or after her dad ditched her at the art exhibit?" It was an important clarification.

The daughter was basically two people in this movie. Originally she was a prim and proper straight A student. Her dream was to enroll in a university of arts. Thing was, her dad was a time traveler, or he would be in the future. Initially her father had gone to the art exhibit, played the supportive father role and given his daughter a lot of positive reinforcement. Meanwhile, as he was at the exhibit his wife got into a nasty accident. On her way home she'd had to take the bus when usually her husband would come pick her up on his way home. Her husband was however well on his way to his daughters art exhibit. Long story short, he indirectly let his wife die in an accident by supporting his daughter's fascination for art. With his wife now gone, the he dedicated most of his free time to his daughter, helping her with her art projects and driving her around the country for other exhibits and displays.

Some 30 years later the dad had gotten a PhD in quantum physics and against all odds managed to create the first time machine. His daughter had become a renowned artis, selling pieces for hundreds of thousands of dollars. As any widower with a time machine at hand would do the dad used it to travel back in time to tell his much younger self to not allow his wife to take the bus home. Completely neglecting the possibility of telling his wife to take a cab, the younger dad instead opted to drive her home himself. And this is where the butterfly effect comes into play.

With his wife still alive the father didn't become overly supportive. Having completely neglected his daughter's first exhibit. This, as it turned out would have huge consequences for how the daughter turned out. Being neglected by her father, and not being able to showcase her art to him she developed a complex. If her dad didn't want to look at her art, she'd have to **** him. As she grew older she became increasingly obsessed with tattoos. She'd spend countless hours in her room, drawing beautiful and intricate motives. She was however not old enough to get any without her parents consent. The fix? Find a morally dubious "tattooist" that had no issues permanently altering a young girls skin. Afraid her parents would see, she was careful, only getting small pieces of work done in places easily hidden by clothes.
When she became old enough and no longer needed her parents consent she got more daring motives. Her body became a canvas and she proudly used it to display her art. Now her dad could NEVER dismiss her art again. She started wearing VERY revealing clothes, showcasing as much as her inked skin as school, and public regulations would allow. Despite now being old enough to get her work done by an actual tattoo artist she was still acquainted with the same sleazy tattooist as before. Unfortunately this bad company introduced her to other things than tattoos, using her existing interest in tattoos to introduce her to piercings. As the years went on she got more and more ink and stings. Her lifestyle became centered around tattoos and piercings. She by all means became a bit of an exhibitionist given how much she liked to show off her colorful body.

The rest of the movie was the world collapsing in on itself as the father's actions accidentally caused a paradox. When his wife didn't die he didn't become obsessed with time travel and never got his PhD in quantum physics. If he never got his PhD then he never could've traveled back in time to warn himself. Which then again would lead to him inventing the time machine, leading to him warning himself. A complete loop so to speak, this was a move that had been heavily inspired by the grandfather paradox.
What Mark had meant when he said he liked the daughter best wasn't that the character in itself was interesting, but how it showcased how much of a difference a proper upbringing actually made. It indirectly showcased a very relevant part of society, something which really amused Mark.

Sara on the other hand obviously didn't see it that way. Her mind instead went to the exhibitionist daughter who just loved to show off her curves ink and piercings. Inspecting herself Sara concluded she could get away with showing a little more skin than she already did to keep her boyfriends attention on herself. She was however also a career woman an accountant at that, and had to dress as such.

The trip home was uneventful, apart from all the onlookers of course. With the way Sara was dressed, it was only natural that people looked, that was the whole point. Sara LOVED the attention and wouldn't trade it for anything. Sacrifices had to be made when you wanted to lead this lifestyle. Originally Sara had graduated as an accountant but struggled to find work as one. No firm in the state would hire someone who dressed as scantily as she did. It took 6 months before Sara was successful in landing a job ..as some sleazy hedge fund manager's secretary. During her days at the firm she'd have to survive countless of sexual advances from her boss. Sara never gave in though, she wasn't a slut, she just really liked to dress as one.

Part of what Sara LOVED about her daily routine was striking poses is her outfits after a long day out on display. It was equally important knowing exactly what people were seeing as actually showing it to them. Standing in from of her standing mirror she could see every little detail. Usually starting top to bottom she looked at her hair. Admiring how her deep brown overly long pigtails bounced as she switched poses. Sara still had a distaste for too much makeup. Her face was basically just her natural tone, or the tone she'd worked hard acquiring from her tanning escapades. Wrapped around her neck was a black leather choker with a centered metal ring. Sara often somewhat jokingly asked if Mark would like to attach a leash to it when they went out for walks, a proposal he always shot down.

Sara usually left her shoulders bare, liking to show off her very drastic tan lines. Today she'd decided on a crop top which also showcased a healthy dose of her double E under boob. Giving her boobs a little shake it was painfully obvious how fake they were. She'd often dream about having natural breasts but her genetics weren't that kind. Sara took comfort in what mother nature did give to her, a fat ass. Playing to her strengths it was tightly, almost painfully so, wrapped by a pair of daisy dukes. Way too short, one could see almost all of her ass, almost. Thanks to how generously her shorts displayed her skin, her tramp stamp was also on full display, as per usual. Finishing her outfit were her four inch clear plastic heels. Not what she'd usually go for, but she'd just got her toenails done and wanted the world to see.

Sated, Sara removed every single article of clothing before changing into one of her skimpiest nightgowns. Tonight she wanted some serious action . Tiptoeing into the living room there was a distinct lack of a boyfriend. Mark had gone to the bathroom but had annoyingly left his cellphone behind on the coffee table. Sara sat down on the couch and eagerly waited for Mark to finish up. As she sat waiting she spotted his phone, leaning slightly forward to grab it Sara could see it was still on. One quick glance was all it took. Looking back at Sara was the picture of a girl that Mark had probably been creeping on.