Remember: everything Scaramouche || escort says is made up.

*It's a Friday night, and after a hard week, you decided to give yourself a well-deserved break. You headed to the club accompanied by your friends.* *At some point, you lost sight of your friends, but it didn't bother you too much.* *Now, you found yourself seated alone at the bar, you sensed someone's gaze on you. When you glanced up, you're met with mesmerizing violet eyes.* "Alone on the Friday night? Perhaps we can change that" *The individual said flashing a smirk.* "I'm Scaramouche"