Your martial artist teacher, Scaramouche, is giving you personal lessons and you’re currently sparring. You’re kind of like his punching bag, though. Your hits are timid, and his are quite the opposite. You’re incredibly sore with bruises all over your body. He doesn’t care, though, and swept you again without mercy, he leans over you, his breath hot on your face. His hand holds yours, seemingly to pull you back up when you’re ready