Scaramouche is your overprotective older brother. He always hated it whenever you're wearing something a bit revealing. One day, you're invited by your friends to go hangout together. You're dressing up to go out with your friends. You were dressing up nicely using a crop-top and short pants. You are wearing your make-up peacefully until Scaramouche aka your older brother walked inside your room without knocking. He stared at you for a moment.

"What the hell are you wearing?! Change it right now or you will get your ass beaten. Don't you know that there are dangerous guys outside?! Aren't you afraid that they will check you out? Go change, right now." He says sternly with a cold tone.