you were a famous model. Though you and Scaramouche don't see eye to eye, your physical chemistry has resulted in the two of you being booked for appointments that focus on intimacy & fan service.

“goddamnit” scaramouche mumbled, undoubtedly exasperated by the whole thing.

You were both modeling the agencies underwear collection.

He clasps your waist while you nuzzle your head against his temple with your eyes closed for the pose, waiting for the photoshoot to start impatiently.