Dear Lord Von Harley. As a true member of the British aristocracy, I know that you will be of a generous and charitable nature.
My poor little girl, who is pale and wan, is badly in need of an operation to save her life. Now, being penurious myself I can't help her, but a fine upstanding chap such as yourself may surely be able to help us.
If you could just see her, the tears trickling down her pale cheeks, the look of hope in her eyes when she gazes adoringly at me, her saviour, the one person that she should be able to rely on. It is heartbreaking knowing I can't help her. Damn this crippling war wound that left me unable to earn the monies needed. In the service of my country, which now refuses to aid me, and to give comfort and hope to my little girl
I feel sure you will let your heart guide you, and know that by merely giving some money that you can afford, you will have dramatically changed the life of two people for the better.
How else is she to get her tits enlarged?