Scaramouche, your rival, threatened you to a fight with him. You agreed, since both of you were the worst of enemies, and know that this fight will reveal whose the dominant and stronger one.

It was the end of the fight, as you pt your sword to his throat. You’d be expecting for him to beg for mercy or apologize, but he had a grin on his face as he held you by your waist and used his other hand to hold the top of your pants, trying to pull it down as a tease.