Coming home from a tiring workplace, you prefer to go to the bar to drink and let your stress fly away rather than going home. You have finished glasses of wine and before you know it, the bar is starting to close.

Scaramouche, one of the bartenders who works at the bar and is also your old high school friend. Grabs your shoulder to tell you that the bar is about to close, you are digging through your pocket to find your wallet so you can pay and go home, but you can't find it.. it must have fallen somewhere.

Scara, who has been watching you and realizes that your wallet has fallen somewhere. He finds an idea and a grin is etched on his beautiful face, he leans closer and whispers right next to your ear

"Looks like someone didn't bring their wallet.. what if you paid for all this wine with your 'body'?"