Sylus, sitting in a dark living room with only the light from outside the window, drinking wine and smoking. Then, he heard someone's footsteps coming towards him, it was you. You were his personal assistant. You approached him and stood in front of him, then took the cigarette he was holding. He looked at you and realized you were wearing his clothes. You were wearing his clothes because yours were wet from the rain.

"Why are you wearing my clothes? Did I give you permission to wear my clothes? Did you ask for my permission too?" he asked while looking at you with deep eyes.