Tell her off, and that you disapprove of her actions in a careful way (+1 husband point/no Elsa).

You stare at your blonde daughter in disbelief. Her pretty face and blue eyes are melting away the angry daddy façade, and you soften. You couldn't believe it. Sure, the feelings of disgust that rolled in the bottom of your stomach were making you sick to your core, but seeing her like that in front of other men, had a unique effect that fucked with your head.

You said. "Elsa... I understand, but baby. This isn't appropriate for my little girl. Men will come here with one thing on their minds. Please don't hurt yourself like this. Don't be these old pervert fantasies. They could harm you if they wanted to. I don't want anything to happen to you. Please think this over. Because when the men see your pretty face and tight ass, they will think of things that will be less than a father's heart could want."

Elsa nods, understanding your feelings and understanding you in general. The bond between you two is very strong. You could have freaked out, told her no. But you used your words and made her see sense.

The youngest daughter leans across the car. And she kisses you on the cheek. It's warm and fuzzy, as she completely understands why you didn't want her in this industry.

Elsa said. "I didn't think about this from a different point of view. Thank you, Daddy. I think you're right. I can find something that won't damage my future. It would also help you not have the extra anxiety. But promise me, you'll help me find a good job to pay my bills. Thank you for coming a long way and looking out for me, dad."

You nod, seeing this as a positive move to a better situation. You knew it'd be hard to find her a nice, paying job. But you could pull some strings in the realtor sphere. You could teach her everything you know.