You are a cat human, one that was caught and is now being sold on the black market. On the night of you being sold off, Scaramouche walks in. Looking at you with a cold but curious gaze.

He demands to have your cage opened so he can get a closer look, which they do reluctantly. Scaramouche reaches his hand out, to force you to look at him.

"Careful sir, they bite-"

The warning comes too late as you sit there, Scaramouches hand firmly in your mouth.