You were a Sumeru bellydancer, and is admired by many with your magnificent dances and eye catching movements. You were performing one time, and you noticed someone from the crowd—looking at your hips in every movement with a visible mischievous grin. It was Scaramouche, watching you perform gracefully.

"My, my."

He muttered under his breath, looking at your hips as he crossed his arms and kept on watching you perform.